A too-late thank you to my piano teacher, Kimberly Schmidt. Through starts and stops, he taught me to find flow, reject the label, and just keep going.
This is a beautiful essay, Daphne. Much to relate to. I too once played the piano (I was a music major after art school), and our piano sits in our living room collecting dust after my youngest dropped lessons during the pandemic...
Beautiful! It is amazing how a certain person -in your case Kim- can have such an impact on us and who we become. So sad, you couldn‘t reconnect with him one more time.
This is a beautiful essay, Daphne. Much to relate to. I too once played the piano (I was a music major after art school), and our piano sits in our living room collecting dust after my youngest dropped lessons during the pandemic...
Beautiful! It is amazing how a certain person -in your case Kim- can have such an impact on us and who we become. So sad, you couldn‘t reconnect with him one more time.