I came home from our recent trip to Texas with three takeaways:

We’ve been summering.

Most days I am convinced my students are on my side, that we share a mutual affection and understanding for piano and our time together. But yesterday this happened.

Jeffrey is learning scales. Translation: Jeffrey is learning key signatures.

First, a bit of background.

Spring has officially arrived.

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about motivation.

Last night I played Haydn’s Piano Concerto in D Major with the New Mexico Philharmonic, our local professional orchestra.

The occasional break can be a very good thing.

On Boxing Day, December 26th, I held what has now become a studio tradition: the annual Christmas Tea for former students home for the holidays.

Really. It started innocently enough.

Once during a particularly intense week of rehearsals and extra concerts, my husband Matt commented, “This week feels like one long day.”

‘Tis the Season.

A number of years ago I was in the middle of a rehearsal with a clarinetist when he turned to me: “Where are you with your Thanksgiving preparations?”

Lately I have been thinking a lot about my grandparents.

These days, it’s all about recital preparation.

This summer I reread a lot of books sitting on my shelves.

“So, Miss Amy, what about Scale Olympics?”

Around mid-July, in a good year, the monsoons begin here in the high desert.

Last Tuesday was ten-year-old Noah’s first lesson of the school year.