Audrey finished her performance of her recital piece and stood up.

We are in pre-recital mode around here.

I fear my entire life these days could be summarized in three words: Lather, Rinse. Repeat.

Last Tuesday I had this thought: Yikes!

Although the school year has begun, the weather still says summer.

During the last few months in the studio, I have been assigning summer-themed student compositions.

I’m facing an afternoon of rhythms.

“In the year 1936 a writer planted roses.”

Last week I got this postcard from a Little One traveling abroad with her family

Summertime might be my very favorite time of year to teach piano lessons.

“I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.”

I call them “Practice Sandwiches.”

It was never going to be a typical senior recital.

Last fall I was having breakfast with a friend.

It was Sam's last piano lesson.  

The email from Debbie came out of the blue, a voice from the past

Yesterday, Jake played a little intermediate piece for me in his lesson.

I have often said that teaching Nicholas is more like taking dictation.

In one of the elementary piano method books I teach, there is a piece called “The Answering Machine.”

There is nothing like being backstage to make me wonder why we bother with live performances anymore.