Mom was my first music teacher.  She was a brilliant goddess of love and beauty when I was little.  Some of my fondest memories are the hours we spent sitting side by side on the piano bench singing together as she played. Although she became embarrassing, unreasonable and very nearly stupid during my teen years, Mom eventually returned to her former self (except for being tinged with some actual human qualities).  Go figure! Anyway,  besides loving me like a rock, the best thing she did for me was to support all of my interests with lessons in various arts.  Mom enabled me to make music my life. Now the Spring Recital is coming up, and all my students’ Moms & Dads will be present to proudly witness their offspring’s piano progress.  I expect that, as usual, I will be overwhelmed with accomplishment and appreciation as I watch “my” kids.  The performance is May 15 at 3:30, Northbrae Community Church (Chapel), 941 The Alameda, Berkeley. You’re invited!

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