Tackling (and tickling) the ivories after 40
by Kelly L. Henderson
A few years ago at the age of 40 I dusted off an old dream and started taking piano lessons again. Although I’d been a willing piano dropout at the age of 12 I’d grown up regretting it. In the intervening years I played just enough to retain my ability to read music but my technique had suffered.
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Where Have All the Pianos Gone?
I’ll Take Manhattan
An Essay by Robin Meloy Goldsby
My taxi from JFK into Manhattan sits in traffic outside the Queens Midtown Tunnel. Every few minutes we creep forward a few feet. A pale blue sky frames vibrant billboards that advertise luxury condos and cosmetic dentistry.
Concrete,
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