There is a peculiar cadence to my morning routine. My mom pointed this out a few days ago, and I’ve found it to be a

"An Active and Imaginative Life"
There is a peculiar cadence to my morning routine. My mom pointed this out a few days ago, and I’ve found it to be a
I have been journaling for over ten years now. My first entry from 2010 begins with the ever-eloquent “Arghhhh!” of a furious thirteen-year-old. I was
Until sent stepping down the pedals—scalar,My feet were not sure of their footing hereBut then, at once, my most pressing fearBecame naught but a small
“Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence,
When I moved to St. Andrew’s, Scotland to pursue my master’s degree, I was convinced that I would love that little town of stone and
An audio recording of this article is available here: As an accompanist, one of my favorite things to do when a rehearsal needs some comic