No, I Can’t Make You Famous

No, I Can’t Make You Famous

I don’t usually like to blow my own trumpet, but I’ll just say it: I’m good at a lot of things. I can sit on the floor in front of a piano, cross my hands behind my head and play the opening of Mozart’s C Major Piano Sonata. I know the Spanish word for ‘dude’ in like...
Every Day’s a School Day

Every Day’s a School Day

Every day’s a school day. There’s always more to know. There’s always something you hadn’t considered. There’s always room for improvement. You never reach perfection, just like you never reach knowing it all. There’s no upper...