I watched the scene from a distance, fully aware that I was invisible to the group of teenagers standing in front of me. It’s amazing how parents disappear whenever teens get together. As an avid observer, I sat back to pay attention to the scene unfolding before me. A group of beautiful girls and dazzled boys conversed animatedly, talking about the day at school, while planning their next big thing. Two girls stood out. Tall, skinny and blond, every boy and girl in the group seemed hypnotized Continue Reading
The Waiting Game – NOT Your Turn {The Atlanta Journal Constitution}
Three hundred voices joined together to sing the same measure one more time. The director had to stop practice several times, because one or two individuals repeatedly missed a rest. Invariably, every time a group this large stops singing at any given part of a song, a single voice stands out like a sore thumb. And so, we practiced the same musical phrase, again and again, until the entire group recognized the rest in the measure – a crucial pause to translate the dramatic nuances of the Continue Reading
