meet Cheeto.

(excuse the kitchen in the background. that’s where the light was good.) I think Eric might die if he knew I had nicknamed his wonderful cello “Cheeto”, but really it’s […]

knowing the signs

Does this sound like you or anyone you know? Calloused hands, a closet full of full skirts and/or ‘comfy’ black pants, referring to people in strange code languages (“I was […]

seasons

Must be something about summer. We all kind of fall off of the horse in one way or another. Cellists stop practicing. Bloggers quit blogging (or go all sporadic, like […]

a new way to think about progress

Sometimes a change in perspective makes a long process more bearable. Enjoyable, even. I came to this realization a few days as I looked ahead with dread to the longest […]