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. View Post
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. View Post
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… Read More
I’ve always ignored those people: The ones who get very upset at Target this time of year and decide to e-mail me and the rest of their address book about it. This year, to those people, I would now like to preemptively say Simmer down. And also… View Post
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… Read More
First, we loaded Gabriella and her friends up with pizza. Then, cake. Next, root beer floats.
A brief time out was called. Huddle up. View Post
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.… Read More