As time passes, we can either hold onto what’s comfortable and avoid changing, or we can let it shape and change us. Sometimes, it happens so subtly, that it takes a milestone of twenty years to force us to look back in amazement at how far we’ve come in that time.
I am a true, full introvert. Not even a question. I remember taking some sort of personality test when I was young, maybe Myers-Briggs or something similar. It must have been back in high school or even middle school. However old I was, it was an age when I was struggling with fitting in and… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Notes from an Introvert
I am sitting in a nearly vacant Symphony Hall, looking out the huge windows onto City Hall. I’m squeezing in a few minutes to write in between my decadent dinner of French onion soup and moules (and two glasses of Cote du Rhone) and an 8:00 performance of Emanuel Ax playing Mozart. Last year, I… Continue reading Me night