In Responsive Mode

I may be a perfectionist. Yes, I’ll admit to it, but I’ve tried watering that down with, ‘I’m picky, or particular’. None of those words sound very complementary, but they are a part of who I am. I’ve stopped drinking coffee first thing in the morning. Make sure you read that entire sentence, because Barb… Continue reading In Responsive Mode

Dusting My Soul

I noticed the piano sitting away from the wall more than it used to. It’s out on the floor. It used to be pressed up against the wall out of the way, with the music stand folded down. It was a piece of furniture dusted off every week. I took piano lessons as a child,… Continue reading Dusting My Soul