I took piano lessons when I was growing up. Started at age seven. With the moving that’s inherent in being a military family, it was never consistent lessons, but by the time I started up again in college, I’d probably had a good eight to ten years of lessons. I started again in college because … Continue reading


Hey there, past me.

When Mom and Dad show up for a visit, cleaning and organizing is almost always part of the experience. I’ll try to help out their domesticating prowess by going through a box or two that I haven’t yet because well, the task usually seems daunting. So I found a box and started digging. The box … Continue reading