Looking down, my hands are young. Little nails. Little fingers. Skipping on the keys. Smooth, dainty skin. I am six. From farther up I'm looking down at my hands upon the keys. Bigger reach, longer nails. A little polish Dancing on the keys. Taut, youthful skin. I am sixteen. Looking down, my hands are shopworn. … Continue reading Piano Hands
. . . AND RECEIVE THE GIFT OF LOVE How do you give your self (it's two words, on purpose) to the wind? Finish your stuff, I tell you. And be willing to be vulnerable! When you finish, though, you are very likely to fail. In fact, you can really suck! Your art, your book, … Continue reading Give Your Self to the Wind
This published book, Giving My Self to the Wind, is a way to say ‘I was here.’ I stole that idea from Thomas Kail, the director of Hamilton. I hope he doesn't mind if I borrow it because it's true. A headstone doesn’t do it, and I cannot hold my kids responsible for substantiating my … Continue reading Published!
How I wish I could hibernate for the next thirty years — no make that twenty — so I could suddenly wake up feeling old and being okay with it. Gray hair: check. Wrinkles everywhere: check. White eyelashes: check. Liver spots (ugh): check. I’m all here, but I’m calm in my old age and not … Continue reading HIbernate to Old, Please
Con El Alma Dance Recital The night before a recital. Flamenco practice done. The dancers are ready. Their hair in buns. Their feet are sore From practicing every night. Excited and happy, Their goal is to delight. Filled with elation. Full of anticipation. Feeling exhilaration. There’s never a temptation To back away. No way, no … Continue reading Flamenco Recital