Detours.

We hear a lot about how we are supposed to follow our bliss, to listen to our own heart, to dance to our own music. I used to be able to hear my own music so clearly that I didn’t even think about it. I just did what I did, without analysis or cooperation or even too much manipulation by third parties. But then I had kids and a husband and I can hear their music, too, all the time, and it’s hard to know sometimes whether the music I’m hearing is my own or just some stereophonic bleed-through from the melodies next door. It all kind of blends together, which, I have come to decide, is what my tune sounds like at this point in my life. It’s not a symphony so much as the sounds you hear while an orchestra is warming up: violins and violas and...

Read More