More than Words
My mother talks and talks. Often our phone calls reach a point where I impatiently interrupt her, "Mommy, just tell me the short version!" Her stream of consciousness is torrential, and I have to avoid it so I can get on with my day.
But Beautiful: My Life with Billie Holiday
But Beautiful: My Life with Billie Holiday Every Saturday morning, when I was a little girl, my sisters and I went to the San Francisco Conservatory of Music for what we called "Saturday Classes": piano lessons, theory, music history-serious classical music training for serious little musicians.