The courage to keep playing

Today, Petra played in the Saskatoon Music Festival for the very first time. Her piano teacher sat behind us and when her name was called, both of us whispered some confidence boosters. And when Petra got to the piano, she didn’t hesitate. I think her fingers hit the keys before she touched that piano stool. I’d like to say it was confidence kicking in but I think it was more like ripping off a Band-Aid.

Let them be okay

On the way to swimming lessons, my daughter and I crawled past a crash scene. Moments later, traffic resumed like nothing had happened. But of course… it had.

“I hope they’ll be okay,” I said out loud. But what I meant was, Let someone be holding their hand right now.

I f*cking love Mustard

No apologies for my NSFW-titled review of Mustard, now playing at 25th St Theatre. If profanity makes you uncomfortable, this play wasn’t written for you. Or, perhaps it was! The script offers ideal immersion therapy, because there certainly is a lot of swearing. Then again, if said swearing is done by an imaginary friend, who’s to say it counts as real? Mustard, much like its condiment namesake, is complex.