It’s been with me since I was five, the antique upright piano. Its finish is deep ebony, the surface crackled with age, the keys chipped here and there like a well-worn smile. And when I can’t find the words, I go there and let the contents of my heart flow out in the pure … [Read more…]
The need to create runs through our veins, our lifeblood courses with creativity. My children know this, they work under the constant drive to create. Snow sculptures dot the yard like frozen sentinels. Crayoned drawings of stick-figures, lean and lanky, stand precariously on a green-line horizon, guarded over by the ever-present spikey yellow sun. Children … [Read more…]
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