When I was a young singer I went to a lot of jam sessions. Jams are great for meeting other musicians, learning how to improvise, and how to communicate with other players. I learned a lot this way, but there was one jam session in particular where I learned something unexpected.
Vision and Courage
It is my belief that more often than not, the difference between mediocrity and excellence is vision and courage.
Dare to Dream
I remember as a child the wonder of discovery that was a part of each and every day. The uninhibited mind, seeking, questioning, supposing, and above all, never afraid to ask a question.
What happened? What changed?
The Whirlwinds of Change
It feels like only yesterday that I was wearing acid-wash jeans, life was all about the weekend and my collection of mix tapes was growing by leaps and bounds. I’m turning how old??
The Burning Life
Suddenly you see so clearly how the world is filled, every single square inch of it, with tiny blossoms.
A Letter To My Sense of Humor
I’m grateful for my sense of humor, and hope it’s always there when I need it.
It’s Time to Re-Define My Measuring Stick
As another new year begins, the need to strike a balance between past and present emerges once again.
A Mother During the Holidays
Holding the handmade ornaments from my daughter, with their crayon colorings, brilliantly arranged as a little girl of five to say Santa was arriving, made me nostalgic for those beautiful days of handcrafted gifts with special bows made by her small hands.
The ‘Lazy’ Habits That Actually Make You More Productive
When people say they are disappointed in themselves because they weren’t very productive, they usually mean they had a whole long list of things to do and barely managed to do half of them – even though they woke up early and carried on almost all through the night. But productivity is about more than how much you get done in a day, it is about getting as much done as possible, in as little time and with as little effort as possible.
I Know How You Feel
It took almost 30 years, a random sentence and an impromptu visit to an old friend’s grave to make me realize what I did that day and to show me how far I’ve come.
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