“My Piano Hands – A Flash Memoir Collection”
In my book, My Piano Hands I share my journey to understand why I was born able to play piano by ear.
What else is there?
In my book, My Piano Hands I share my journey to understand why I was born able to play piano by ear.
Giving My Self to the Wind I had so much fun. The top left photo is of my husband Don and my son Ted with me at the Gatsby Books signing. Next on the left, friends Tim and Nancy Thomas, and then my brother Bob and me. The threesome at the bottom are my […]
Mozart. Bach. Van Gogh. Rodin. Margaret Mitchell. Stephen King. Stephen Spielberg. George Lucas. Have you heard of these folks? They all finished something. Did they know they were done? Probably, they just got tired of messing with whatever they were working on, put a period, an ending, a final splotch of paint or marble or […]
We are inundated with content all day long. We are buried in promotions. Suffocating from inbound. Struggling to create outbound. So because writing is all around us, it seems that it is an easy thing to do. But it’s not. WRITING is not easy. Good writing is really, really hard. People write emails all day long. […]
Hire a professional. Perhaps a professional writer, even. Maybe you have too many projects for the writers on your staff. Maybe you’re the writer and the staff—and you’re doing it all. Sometimes it’s just plain hard to come up with a new angle. Your writers and you have been writing about the company for years. […]
Has anyone noticed besides me? When I first started writing professionally, the rule was “only one exclamation point on a page.” What happened? The little devils sneak into so many places, they’re like ants, crawling through paragraphs carrying their dead and dropping them here and there, I guess. I don’t know. Exclamation points are everywhere. […]
We lasted THREE (3) weeks on our trip to Europe each of us with only one carry-on suitcase. In the winter. That’s right: a few pair of pants, a few tops, washing every few days and drying over the towel racks, and VOILÀ. It made me wonder when I returned home: Why do we need […]
Chicken Little was sure of it. I am too. I felt it. Didn’t you? Bang. There goes another one. I especially feel this way when I look at news — or read a newspaper (yes I still do that, although I’m not sure why). Here’s the deal: Chicken Little attracted ATTENTION when she said the […]