Middle C: My Home Button

Middle C: My Home Button

When I was five years old, I started taking piano lessons from a kind old lady named Mrs. Sale. At least, I think she was old. I was only five, so she could have been in her late thirties, and I would have thought she was old. I learned where Middle C was right away,...
Filters

Filters

I was thinking about Donald Trump the other day. Don’t worry, this blog isn’t going to be about politics. Really! I was thinking about how people see him so differently. A majority of Americans think he’s a terrible president, should be impeached,...
If You’re Happy and You Know It . . .

If You’re Happy and You Know It . . .

My family was talking about happiness the other evening. The six of us adults were having the usual banter back and forth about how to define happiness. Is it contentment? Is it measured in success? Is it just a fleeting emotion, whereas satisfaction a more lasting...
Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

“Time for bed, postulants! It’s 7:30!” Sister Miriam’s scratchy voice penetrated the walls of the study hall. It was Christmas Eve, and all of us first-year nuns, called postulants, had been sitting obediently at our desks. Suddenly, we were...
Great Expectations

Great Expectations

I started a diet a few weeks ago. The doctor wanted my husband to lose a little weight because of his back problems, and I saw it as an opportunity to be altruistic and selfish all at the same time. I would help him out by going on the same diet (the altruistic part),...