Practice Trumpet Every Day
Ian has requested this song EVERY morning.
Not bad. And he is learning the days of the week.
And what "detest" means.
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One of my mental blocks as a writer is trying to figure out my audience. That was always a tricky question for me to answer when writing papers in college? Who am I writing this paper for, exactly? The college professor who is grading me, obviously. But what about the blog? Who am I writing for? Is it just for me and then I launch it out into the world in case someone else needed what I did? Is it a convenient way to communicate with family both near and far? To honor those who have come before me and those who come after? Is my rambling for friends? People with depression? Parents? Women? Mormon? Ex-Mormon? People with chronic pain? (I would argue we all live with chronic pain but I digress...) Will my words find English majors? (They are likely appalled with my lack of editing.) Poets? Artists? Quilters? Lovers of words? Spiritual people, who wonder if it is true that they belong everywhere and nowhere? Thirty-somethings? Teens? The walking wounded w...
It's a favorite in our house. All of their kid CDs are in constant rotation...
ReplyDeleteI was already happy just from seeing the title of this post. Careful though. Too much of this and you might end up with a trumpet player in a few years.
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