The gift of a broken mug
My son was swinging a broom around the house, knocked over a large glass jug onto my cherished bowl, and […]
Dreaming
Dreaming. I dream vividly and graphically. Last night found me dreaming at each end of a spectrum: scary, violent; beautiful, […]
I’m not a “Professional” harpist
The question of what makes a harpist a professional was recently posited in a Facebook group. Do I fit the […]
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