One of my students made this out of blocks while his sister was having her lesson. So sweet! My hope is that my students feel excited and stimulated by studying with me, and it means so much to get that reassurance. I remember feeling the same way when I was a child. I was 5 when I watched my sister take lessons, and I did not miss one. I first learned through observing, and couldn’t wait for my 6th birthday to begin piano lessons.
On Friday I received an email that my poem had been published on Fat City Review. I had read some articles about the political crisis in Syria and it seeped its way into my writing. The poem can be read here: shelter poem