Month: October, 2015


I was curled up in bed for two days this week, achy and tired.

I didn’t think anything of it, or make a big deal. I just assumed that I needed to rest. That I had pushed hard in the gym during this training phase and this was a natural fatigue I had experienced before.

Until I went in to work today and discovered a few people had the flu.

Which makes me think I had the flu and just didn’t know it.

I like how when I listen and do what is right, I get over stuff a lot faster.



Like Valentine’s Day, this regional holiday gives occasion to bestow all kinds of romantic deeds and expressions.

In other words, the ticket price for flowers, cards, candy and a dinner date goes up exponentially.

Also, the requests for My Funny Valentine have to be painstakingly rendered multiple times a night.

On the last time through this melody, a young woman comes to the piano and leans on it, both elbows on the closed lid, hands cupping her face, eyes closed but turned towards me.

She stayed, this funny valentine, stayed for the entire song, and as the last note faded, finally addressed me.

“My grandfather used to play that song for me. Your version was good, thank you. It just didn’t sound like him.”

I nod and say nothing.

Because really, there is nothing left say, knowing that the sweetest days happen each and every day when you love someone.

And the sweetness of a day just measures up differently when those people are gone.




My favorite gay couple came in last night.

They are elder gays and don’t get to see each other very much.

One of them lives in Florida, and the other, here in Michigan.

I don’t know how long they have been together, or how often they get to see each other.

But I do know that they give me hope and faith to believe that love can, and will happen, against all odds.


An 80 thousand dollar full-length grand piano was delivered this week.


It was the owners’ personal instrument, which, after purchase, had sat untouched in their living room for well over a decade.


They came for dinner, shook my hand, and said, “We knew this was the right decision. It belongs here where you can love on it and take care of it.”


I am deeply honored, privileged and moved.


If only I could bring myself to treat every gift in my life with the same degree of gratitude.