Recently a friend commented, “January was simultaneously the longest and the shortest month I have ever experienced.”

In the studio, we are binging on winter.

I am of two minds about this new year:

Last December 6-year-old Jake and I were in the middle of a lesson when he stopped his rowdy version of ‘Jingle Bells’ to ask, “Miss Amy! Where is your Christmas tree?”

I saw my first Christmas tree glowing in someone’s front window the day after Halloween.

Like many parts of the country, we are basking in an extended fall this year.

One October a long, long time ago in a land far away, this conversation happened in the studio:

It is October in the piano studio.

There is a Saturday Night Live sketch* (featuring Adam Sandler) about a travel agency who takes tourists around Italy.

A true story:

One of my piano families brought me a gift card at the end of the summer semester.

All over Alaska there is an iconic plant called fireweed.

A story problem:

This week marks two anniversaries in Matt and my life together.

My days and hours during the summer often resemble a piece of Swiss cheese.

It is hot.

Last Saturday a friend and I met for drinks.

I have long maintained that travel has a half-life.

“So what’s new with you?” my sister asked last Sunday.

Monthly studio classes often have a theme.