Before leaving the country in September, I tried to leave behind a trail of breadcrumbs so I could—without much effort or difficulty—find my way back into my work and practices when I returned.

There goes another day, I think as the last student slams the door behind him.

Twenty years later, I still remember this.

If there is a *, I totally memorized it. If there is a x, I did some.

Recently I overheard two people greeting one another in the grocery store.

Felix likes snails. A lot.

Recently a student missed a lesson without notice.

Much of the time what my students really need from me is not great pedagogy or complicated techniques…

While I am convinced kids don’t really need gimmicks in order to enjoy piano lessons, they do love the Chip Game.

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.