A five, six, seven, eight!

A five, six, seven, eight!
Back when I was serious about the piano, I’d walk to the practice room weighed down only by a pressure to succeed and a bundle of music: something modern, something baroque, a hymnal for sight reading practice, finger exercises, etc. For each piece, my professor and I created a goal to accomplish by the next ...

I now know what I eat

My new year’s resolutions have the sticking power of a bandaid in the spray of a fire hose. But that’s fine. As I see it, the resolution tradition is only half about the aspiring—the other half being when you break that aspiration and pretend the dreaming never happened. And yet, per my new year’s resolution ...