To the outside world, we all grow old.
To the outside world, we all grow old.
We are lucky enough to have some of our very favorite people join us here
This year was no exception.
It has been our tradition to join my father at his house on Christmas Day.
He and his wife always have a houseful the night before on Christmas Eve
The kids spend hours opening their gifts and playing with their toys...and I mean hours.
Honestly, I've never seen so many presents for just two children.
Inevitably, JR becomes Chief Elf for the day landing in a sea of boxes,
We are treated to a beautifully set table, a scrumptous early afternoon meal,
Sitting at the table isn't really in the cards for a couple of Littles, though,
Until even the Energ*zer bunny himself conks out........
These are the memories that last a lifetime.
WonderBoy did his best to help his little sister but she wasn't havin' any of it.
She cried and howled when he so much as moved a gumdrop or worse; stole one of her candies from her basket for his own gingerbread house.
I guess doing a While You Were Out makeover for her would be out of the question.
And the sweet memories of Christmas' past will live forever in their hearts.
The strategically placed lights above shine down upon it as the audience waits in hushed whispers on a chilly night in a beautiful hall in NYC's Lincoln Center.
As magnificently crafted as that elegant Grand is, it is just a curvaceous box of wood, ivory, strings and metal….until she glides from the velvet curtain; stage left.
She is true elegance as she floats across the stage passing in front of the Mighty Steinw*ay that, in that moment it is clear is merely her accompaniment.
The anticipation is palpable as I hear the audience collectively catch their breath, along with me, as we take in just how beautiful she truly is.
She stands before us in her stunning silky,pale toffee-colored, sleeveless gown.
It perfectly showcases her glistening, flawless, alabaster skin and lithe frame.
The crystals embedded on the front and back of her gown sparkle and shine like diamonds beneath the lights.
In a moment, she greets her audience with a bow as she shyly parts her lips: showcasing that unbelieveably dazzling smile of hers.
Even before she begins it is clear; she is a one woman show.
She quickly positions herself in front of the piano and with ultimate concentration and grace she embarks on a magical journey as her fingers enchantingly begin to touch the keys.
The incredible sound has enveloped us all and within seconds we are helplessly and happily under her spell.
She summons Prokofiev, Liadov, Bortkiewicz, Vladigerov, Shubert (Liebermann) and Liszt.
She undoubtedly makes all of them beam with pride.
The strength, power, endurance and precision that emanates from her, alone, can only be described as mesmerizing.
Her fingers dance across the keys like delicate ballerinas then pounce like a tiger.
They are as playful as a couple of Jack Russell Terriers on an afternoon jaunt, hopping like a fluffy white rabbit on the new grass in Springtime, and then, without warning move furiously in a controlled blur; only to come to rest in a lingering slow motion as if to squeeze every minute detail from the notes beneath.
She delivers every emotion right at our feet…
A Crashing Cymbal
Black, White and the Rainbow of Colors between
A Moment in Time
Loss, Love, Hunger, Satisfaction
A Speeding Locomotive
Waves relentlessly crashing against a jetty
A Dazzling Racehorse
A Delicate Music Box
Her statuesque beauty and elegance evokes a timelessness that is hard to deny.
She sits at the helm of the Steinw*ay, not on a bench,
The performance has ended but the audience will not allow her to leave.
She’s rockin’ a hula hoop and cracking herself (and us) up.
In those moments, she is just the sweetest girl I know.
She is adept at putting her alter ego, Pianist Extraordinaire…La Virtuosa, upon a shelf.
(Handsome Prince Farhan)
Ours is a friendship that we almost missed had the stars not been precisely aligned.
Her precious, genuine words and kind, gentle manner never cease to warm my heart.
She snuggles close to me and whispers “you are so real” and she means every word...
she thanks me for our friendship.
I remind her how extraordinary she is and how lucky I am to have her in my life.
She is and I am.
If you ever have the privilege to hear an exceptional, enchanting performance by my dear friend, don’t hesitate for a moment.
Her performance is as unforgettable as the woman is herself.
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