One thing about a violin is that it gets more out of tune the longer you don’t play it. My violin stared at me reproachfully all summer from its dusty case in the living room until the day arrived for … Continue reading
I joined a new gym earlier this week and got suckered into a personalized fitness assessment. “So, what are you going to make me do?” I asked the consultant after we made our introductions. “I better not puke.” He led … Continue reading
I skipped through the front doors of the Cleveland Clinic’s Cole Eye Institute for my nine month post-LASIK follow-up appointment yesterday. I’ve been skipping a lot since my eyesight was restored to its pre-pubescent acuity last June. I have also … Continue reading
Yesterday afternoon, Jonas and V-meister kidnapped me and the P-Dawg by gunpoint and forced us to drive them to Red Robin for lunch. As we were waiting for our food to arrive, I noticed my husband eyeing me with a … Continue reading
In my violin teacher’s living room this morning, I was fumbling through a rhythm exercise I had executed perfectly just hours before in the privacy of my home. “I want you to know” I said, “That I sound so much … Continue reading
