My Story About “Amadeus” (WIMTM 1)
I’ve often said that I like to think about life as a series of forks, a sort-of Choose Your Own Adventure book, in which we’ve already made countless decisions, and…
I’ve often said that I like to think about life as a series of forks, a sort-of Choose Your Own Adventure book, in which we’ve already made countless decisions, and…
Yesterday marked the end of my fifth year as choir director at Edwards Church, UCC in Framingham, Massachusetts. This means that in less than six years, I have made…
It’s my wife’s birthday, and I’m the one who’s overly excited. This happens every year. It’s not that she’s afraid of birthdays, or anything like that. In fact, I’d say,…
This week I’ve had the great pleasure of auditioning for the Jeopardy!, the esteemed game show now in its 30th season. For as long as I can remember (since I…
Somewhere, stuffed in a box heaped with memories from the first, distant years, there exists a written account of the following; more accurate, and most likely daubed with liberating tears…
“Marathon Monday” brings back so many memories for me. I don’t have anything particularly meaningful to say on the matter, but I suspect that these adventures form a healthy amount…
I’m useless this afternoon. Mixed into the very busy days ahead due to Holy Week, and some projects at work, I have a vacation scheduled with my family in New…
This morning, I bounded out of the house, cheerful to see what the day had in store for me. It’s Friday, the last day of my work week, and we’re…
Past dates tend to stick in my brain, and I remember with as much accuracy as a birthday or anniversary those dates which have become as defining. Today is March 27, and fifteen years ago this evening I learned that I didn’t want to be alone anymore.
This past weekend, I had the pleasure of attending a rare Boston performance by the Los Angeles Philharmonic during the spring leg of their 2014 tour. I had been hoping for a chance to see Gustavo Dudamel for as many years as I’ve been aware of him. But I did not expect to have a transformative experience which would uphold my belief in the importance of the performing arts, for a host of reasons previously unconsidered.