Sometimes it seems like there isn't really any difference between our strengths and our weaknesses, only different situations in which they are useful--or not.
At the recital this weekend, I got to play last. I'd rather play first, so I can get it over with and not feel so nervy through all the other numbers. I sat for the forty-five minutes of other pieces, pondering why it was that my piano teacher chose to put me last. I am not the best pianist in the group. There are two teen girls who...
Published on May 24, 2010 14:45