Emily Wright

When I met Henri, he was a nameless cello that had come in as a consignment piece to Potter Violins, where I worked part time as a sort of gal-about the shop. He was far too loud, with too much…

    The only good thing about losing your swagger is the moment when, for no apparent reason, it comes back. In case you forgot, “working it” doesn’t mean “Work to gain something you don’t have so you can be…

Warning: Hockey content. Those of you who are regular readers can feel free to ignore this post or become rabid fans. Those of you who are visiting for the first time and are already hockey fans will surely be disappointed…

  During my visit to Walter Reed, I ran into Chaplain Wayne Haddad, whose kind demeanor and conversation immediately put me at ease. I inquired if there might be some use for me, and within a week, I was signed…

  This, from my inbox. I laughed until my face hurt. At least it’s better than those folks in eastern Europe trying to get me to evangelize about their pricey and yet somehow cheap-looking cases.   I am a Music…

I spent the first two hours of my Henri campaign volunteer time at Walter Reed, being only moderately helpful as an assistant at an art show. The pieces were created by those in and around the Reed community who found…

  A few years ago, I wrote a post about reasons I would “fire” a student. As time passes, I’m discovering that there are as many ways for the student-teacher relationship to sour as there are for it to flourish.…

I frequently implore my students to practice confidence. This means practice being confident, practice with confidence, practice staying confident. I’ve been thinking about the root causes of a confident mindset, and have come to the conclusion that it is largely unrelated…