I am incredibly honored that a publication I highly respect, Brain, Child Magazine, has published the essay I performed for the Listen to Your Mother show. People have asked me when the You Tube link will be available. That link will go live some time in the summer. But now you can read the essay on Brain, Child Magazine’s site.
My piece is called “The Blessings of a Botched Piano Recital.” It’s about the tug I feel between hovering over my kids and letting them learn from life without my constant intervention. It’s about learning to see Sam, and all of my kids, as separate individuals with personalities, gifts, and challenges of their own. Oh, and it’s about last year’s really awful piano recital, too.
The photographer who donated her time to the Twin Cities Listen to Your Mother show, Jennifer Liv Photography, took a picture of each cast member and added a quote from our piece to the shot. I’m finally sharing mine below. I hope you’ll also click to read the entire essay and let me know what you think over on Brain, Child’s site.


courtesy Jennifer Liv Photography
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