First Post

Charity tells me that my playing voice has the palate of Easter eggs, except without being pastel, and it is shaped like rubber jacks. My directing voice, though, is cubist.

I do not know if this blog will be more Easter eggish or more cubist.

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I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer -- its dust and lowering skies. It remains for me a season of storms. The parched days and sticky nights are undistinguished in my mind, but the storms, the violent sudden storms, both frightened and quenched me.

- Toni Morrison, from The Bluest Eye