This week we reached the point where we now have been sheltering at home as long as we spent traveling through Europe in January.

While there are so many things about online piano lessons that are a challenge, or simply impossible…

Two weeks ago, I had never heard of Zoom.

In the summer of 2003, we moved from Boston to Albuquerque, both a cross-country and a cross-cultural shift.

Our collective nervous system is shot, fried, spent.

Sometimes it seems like all I do, all day, every day, is count things.

We all have our sacred places in this world; Georgia O’Keeffe’s house in Abiquiu is one of mine.

I went to Vienna in search of a flower shop.

In studio performance classes we have a practice called “performance goals.”

Every morning in Vienna we woke up to the bells of St Stephen’s Cathedral.

Once, a dozen years ago, we spent a miserable weekend in the Cotswolds.

Every August of my childhood, my family would take a two-week vacation to Colorado.

In front of our house is a huge prickly pear cactus.

This week I was teaching a pre-Impressionist piece to Sophie.

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.