Briefly dipping my pinkie toe in the blogging world for a moment as the mayhem in my life mounts!
First, on moving:
I was |this| close to securing a tiny rental house; well, tiny for most standards. 2,105 more words
Thirteen years ago, I was a sophomore in high school. Walking through the halls of my high school in Clarkstown, New York, I remember grabbing my flute from my locker to head to band when a childhood friend told me what had happened. 161 more words
When a person listens to a good song, and they can look out at the world and their lives and see the dark and the light, the negative and the positive, all the different elements, all come together in one holistic poem, that is a very healing and very reductive thing, and that’s what my music is about (Matisyahu).