Confessions of a Traveling Music Teacher

I just spontaneously recorded a 33-minute Podcast without a single written word in front of me on the subject of  relationship  in education...

Yesterday I played piano and led a group singing with 50 elders at a new place for me, The Sequoias Home for Senior Living in Portola Valley...

No, this is not a post about me at the recent AOSA Conference amidst the twenty, thirty and forty year olds. There's something else afoo...

Today I wore my winter coat that hangs unused most of the year in the closet. I put on gloves as temperatures in San Francisco hovered in th...

As the very nature of this travel Blog makes clear, I take a great deal of pleasure in traveling around this great big, beautiful world. I n...

At the far end of a long career, I think often about what useful advice I might pass on to the teachers coming up. Though music teachers are...

Growing up back in the bygone days of the 1950’s, supermarkets were just taking hold. On Elmora Avenue in Elizabeth, not too from my home in...