Mr. Johnson told us to take the deepest breath we could. Across the band hall shoulders heaved and chests puffed.
“Now, take in more air.”
We did.
It was a trick.… 
Archive for 2009
The Deepest Breath
Loving The Dancer
Yesterday, I got off the tour bus and hurried to my four year-old’s ballet class. It was parent observation day. Incredibly cute.
I watched her stretch to the left and then to the right and then down the middle to smell her toes, pretending they were flowers.
I watched in amazement as she contorted her body until… 
High School Band
There is a hill where the old men sit
and watch the parade go by,
every September’s third Saturday,
before the game is played that night.
They watch as the children, they dance,
the King and the Queen holding hands.
They cover their hearts as the Stripes and the Stars
lead the way for the High School Band.
There’s Stanley the butcher, who… 
It Has Nothing To Do With Age
I swear I practiced before Gloria! tour rehearsals yesterday. I did. Several times. But I get nervous singing in front of great players and singers and with those bright lights on me – even if I am only in a warehouse rehearsal space. My brain sputtered. My fingers got amnesia. And I messed up pretty… 


