In recent months, I’ve often found myself using the phrase, ‘I’m drowning in paper.’ While my clients assure me that my office isn’t really that messy, that’s not the way it feels to me – probably because every stray piece of paper symbolizes a hateful task...
A few years ago, I went to see my acupuncturist who I hadn’t seen in awhile. He started by asking, “You’re the flamenco guitarist, right? How’s that going?” With him, small talk is never just small talk, it usually has some kind of underlying point, and today his...
“I JUST CAN’T UNDERSTAND HOW ANYONE CAN SURVIVE WITHOUT BOOKS AND ART AND MUSIC!” My maternal Grandmother, known by everyone as Dusty, has always lived by these words. The bookshelves in her sitting room sag, filled not only horizontally with books, but vertically as...
Anyone who has played music with me knows that you won’t come to my home without being offered at least a cup of tea. In my world, sharing food and drink with others is a really important way of connecting and acts as a wonderful conduit through which to build a...
Back in my university days, I felt myself burning out badly in the fall semester of my second year. Feeling that I was losing my mind, I went to the administration office to drop one of my courses, where I found out I shouldn’t have even been able to sign up for 6...
