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It is that note again. It is the “open sesame” to my internal trauma reservoir. The note hits and tears pour out of my eye sockets from a mysterious well of sorrow in my lungs. You might have experienced this too. A certain tune seems to echo in a secret […]Read More
We can’t afford to keep our creative lives hidden. Souls need to express themselves. We were born to share. I started playing piano when I was 3. I trained hard, performed and entered competitions, every one of which I lost. I began associating “losing” with humiliation and being a bad […]Read More