The Metaphorical Manger

I stopped looking at my calendar weeks ago. There was no reason to. No reason…

by Amy

Heckling

It was the week before the studio recital last November. Joey and Brendon have…

by Amy

Marking Time

This week we reached the point where we now have been sheltering at home as…

by Amy

Real

In the summer of 2003, we moved from Boston to Albuquerque, both a…

by Amy

The Comfort of Normalcy

Our collective nervous system is shot, fried, spent. It doesn’t matter where…

by Amy

Five Crocuses

Sometimes it seems like all I do, all day, every day, is count things. In “The…

by Amy

The Sacred Pause Button

We all have our sacred places in this world; Georgia O’Keeffe’s house in…

by Amy

Yellow Dots

I went to Vienna in search of a flower shop. Several years ago, I read an…

by Amy

Found

Home...we are found.

by Amy

Performance Goals

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

by Amy