I won’t call it Purple Haze because I will be deliberately misunderstood and oh, the email. From my mom.
From “Arabesque” and “Sound of Madrid” on the piano to something a little less technical on the iPad like “Candy Island,” “Toca Builders” and “Hair Salon.”
Leta has no concept of the vastness of what she means to this kid.
Nearing the maximum of my cellular data plan and one very good reason to buy a bigger one.
A little screen time before she practices her concerto.
I had to put my foot down and tell her to stop reading so many damn books.
An independent study showing that all those other independent studies can suck it.