Tuned Out: Deborah Paul on Playing an Instrument
My mother insisted I know how to read music even if I couldn’t perform it, and maybe that was good enough.
I left that condo for the last time with a lump in my throat past which I could not swallow. The permanence of the sea reminds me of the impermanence of those of us who marvel at it. This was a gift: the chance to live on the water, if not forever, at least for once in my life.