It was April Fools' Day, 2013, and I was riding an energy high propped up by the cache of Focalin XR pills which I ingested directly from a plastic orange bottle which rattled
Essays, observations + reflections
Last Thursday was weird. In the afternoon I found myself outstretched on the couch, my face propped on my hand which dangled sideways above my elbow which dug into the meat of my
I have the impression that many people find memorizing sheet music inaccessible or perhaps believe that it’s only for people with photographic memory.
“That’s so un-Taiwanese,” my sister said, shaking her head and sticking her tongue out. My cheeks quivered as I smiled back; I hoped she hadn’t seen me wince through the grainy façade of our video call.
Two weeks ago I changed my violin’s E string for the first time since Dad died.