Specks of Truth

One of my favourite things to say was, the thing about having four furball children is that there’s always one at arm’s reach to cuddle. My entire day was spent that way. Doesn’t matter what I was doing, practising, recording, jumping rope, teaching, cleaning, every half an hour or less I would reach out toContinue reading “Specks of Truth”

Learning. Not.

I’m back from walking my dogs. A funny incident I remembered (why am I talking like Yoda). I think it was 4 or 5 months ago, I’d concluded a jam session with another musician, the work was intoxicating, as was his presence, I closed the evening a little too high. I had taken my kidContinue reading “Learning. Not.”