Sunday Mornings
Sunday mornings have their own vibe, a crazy mash-up of past traditions, leisure, family time, friends time, me time, maybe spiritual time.
Continue reading →Sunday mornings have their own vibe, a crazy mash-up of past traditions, leisure, family time, friends time, me time, maybe spiritual time.
Continue reading →She has the rhythm, the love of movement, and there will be many ways she might enjoy those in her future. And opportunities to bond with her mom. That’s the circle of life. Paddle turn.
Continue reading →For ninety minutes a week, the world I experience is a musical place with classic jazz or Broadway tunes accented by the sounds of fourteen tap shoes slapping and flapping and stomping across a studio floor.
Continue reading →There are no traditions for merging the happiest time of the year with the emotional pain of loss, whether sudden or lingering.
Continue reading →We have written about grim events that required researching information we should not be thinking about the night before a physical. But we can’t help ourselves. We just think too much.
Continue reading →Writing retreat…or time away to work. The real issue may be that in American culture there is discomfort sharing the label of work with purely artistic efforts.
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