My Someday

Sitting on the back porch, trying to catch a breather from the piles of work I have to complete, the impending deadlines screaming as loud as the high-pitched voices of my two children.  My daughter rides down the street adjacent to our backyard, mumbling a story to herself, so enwrapped in her pretend characters that … Continue reading My Someday


Maybe Music Isn’t Meant for Me

"In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.” - Fake Buddha I've been giving this some extensive thought lately. Not so much the first part of the quote, but the last part.  I grew up with … Continue reading Maybe Music Isn’t Meant for Me