Free falling

Our 10 year-old daughter saved her allowance for weeks last year so that she could buy herself a guitar. I fully supported her effort, and I pitched in by loaning her money when she was short. She’s been taking lessons for a while now, maybe even for a year, yet she struggles to remember to … Continue reading Free falling

Ten Feet of Vinyl

When I wrote about our new record player, my dad left a comment on the post: Remember, I have about ten feet of vinyl you’re welcome to browse the next time you’re here! I’m here now, and oh my goodness have I browsed. Sunday was a rainy, blustery day at my folks’ house, so we … Continue reading Ten Feet of Vinyl

Purple Rain

My phone dinged Thursday when I was out of town for work. It was a text from my husband. Did you hear about Prince? I did. I had. A colleague from Minneapolis had gotten the news when we were exploring the Duke Gardens. An appropriate place to receive that kind of news, given the cover art of Purple … Continue reading Purple Rain

The guitar shop

I’m sitting on the worn, black pleather couch of Rocket Music in downtown Blacksburg. The shades are drawn. The lights are off. College kids stop and cup their hands around their eyes against the glass door. They see guitars and want to come in, and are baffled that the shop is not open. The shop … Continue reading The guitar shop