In Beethoven’s Fifth, those iconic four heavy strums of “Dum, Dum, Dum, DUM” aren’t supposed to leap from the page with the first downbeat of the conductor’s wand. They come,…
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Dear Future Little Friend, In case I forget to tell you ten years from now, I love you. In case you forget, ten years from now, how “cool” you think…
It’s the postman’s tread on my front porch. It’s the tea kettle’s whistle that goes ignored for minutes because the laughter in the other room is too loud. It’s the…
His fingers. My nose. Her self. Aaaarrrrgh. I can’t do it. I can’t limit myself to just six words. See? Here I am rambling on, belaboring you with the curse…
“There are two things we can give our children: One is roots. The other is wings.” It’s been a sort of family motto for as long as I can remember.…
“Hoppy Birfdy, EB. Hoppy Birfdy. Hoppy–” It sounded like a Gregorian monk’s chant coming through the monitor this morning. Actually, it sounded like the Gregorian monk’s chant who got sent…