I Wanted Another Mother as she Stroked My Hair

“I wish you could be my mom.” I said as I sat on June’s lap. June (not her real name), was my favorite visitor when the neighbor ladies would gather for coffee clutching, as they called this social time. Most women stayed home and didn’t work outside of the home then. These mom’s would take…… Continue reading I Wanted Another Mother as she Stroked My Hair

Pianos Bittersweet Memories… Replaced Again….and the Music Lives ON

Play your piano with the window open and don’t be shy. You would be surprised how many people walking by would love to hear you no matter what level of skill you have. Imagine yourself a concert pianist and one day you may be closer than you are today even if not your goal.