Unless I get a time machine, a full-time home-educator, a live-in maid, or another dozen hours a day, this is very likely my last NaBloPoMo. I can’t take the ratio of crap to non-crap here this month. This? Falls square …
Want to live in the moment? Play an instrument. But not just play an instrument, play in a high-quality ensemble on that instrument. And then play wicked hard music in that high-quality ensemble on that instrument. You cannot help but …
Sometimes you just need to some take time and hide, despite what is sitting in front of you demanding to be done. You need to do it because the alternative is hearing your blood pumping through your ears, or screaming …
Just in case you haven’t checked out a calendar anytime recently, it’s mid-November. Thanksgiving and Hanukkah are two weeks from today. Christmas is forty days off. Now you know. And are probably freaking out. Just don’t kill the messenger, m’kay?
Towards the end of October I started looking ahead to the hell that is NaBloPoMo. And though I’ve participated in this particular flavor of insanity several times before, I naively thought, “Oh, I have plenty of time and plenty of …
We are huge StarTalk fans in this house. Huge. Neil deGrasse Tyson has managed to make science fun and entertaining, accessible to the masses, and juuust the right length for a day of errands with the boys. We rarely listen …
1. I’m really tired of driving. 2. Two conferences in one weekend is not the best plan. 3. Whatever they’re feeding flute students in this area alarms me. In a good way. I heard some impressive playing today. 4. I’m …
It’s been a crazy busy weekend for me. For the last few days I’ve been at the NAGC conference, and this afternoon I co-presented a roundtable on homeschooling gifted kids. This was my third gifted conference this year, and I …
I’d intended to write several blog posts ahead, so that I would never feel pressured or rushed or crazed trying to write one late at night. Then I’d intended to hide away during part of NAGC and write, because I …
I made it down here to Indianapolis for the NAGC conference. Three and a half hours in the car, with the crazy drivers on I-65. At least this time I did not feel the need to flip off another driver, …
