The drive was long and lonely. We were far beyond the possibility of any radio reception. There were no other cars on that two-lane asphalt stretch that rose and fell …

I remember the staff accompanist at CSU Hayward, Marcia Murray. Marcia lived down the street from me. I would see her at the school, always hammering away at the grand …

Patricia taught me as much at the piano as she did away from it. I don’t remember what my lessons cost. I do know that, at a certain point, I …

I remember her, sitting with perfect posture in her Queen Anne chair across the room from the rosewood Steinway. She was statuesque with a tousle of short brown hair and …

Today I am thinking about the many young people in my life. What a privilege it has been to know them in the course of my life’s work! I feel …