Short stories and photos shared with humor and love
Way back in 1993, before we could afford such a thing, my husband bought me a piano. I used to play it in the evenings right after dinner so I wouldn't have to referee the nightly debate among my children over who had to do the dishes. It worked like a charm. I got to [...]
I saw an old piano on the street curb the other day and I stopped to say hello. Its warped keys lolled upwards and a broken panel exposed all of its hammers and strings. I averted my eyes from such indignity and focused instead on its proud wooden frame. "I'll bet you could tell some [...]