It’s My Birthday

This year, I’m not having a milestone b’day. I’m calling it my trombone birthday. “Why?” you may ask. “Something about a parade,” is my obtuse answer. If you don’t get it, it really doesn’t matter. Probably a generational thing. Or a musical thing. Or simply nothing at all. Recently, it has come to my attention…

Rings on My Fingers

When I was about 7 or 8 years old, I began to design jewelry.  Well, that was to design and redesign the same rings over and over. I would find a scrap of paper, then trace the outline of my hand, changing my stubby fingernails to great long pointy ones with dramatic half-moons at the…