In her poem Fantasy Impromptu, Mary Jo Balistreri writes of playing Chopin on the piano as temporary relief from the pain of loneliness, envy, and longing.
Frazzled after forgetting her sheet music for a planned session at a Sing for Hope Piano in Central Park, Nancy M. Williams switches tacks and finds calm.
The author imagines a piano in her home as a sulking, poisonous guest. Although the piano used to be her passion, she has not touched the keys in 25 years.
Spending New Year’s Eve in Manhattan brings the author’s thoughts back to classical piano music and the true reasons why she had deserted it in her youth.
Playing pieces like the Chopin Nocturne in C-sharp Minor has allowed Nancy M. Williams to express those feelings that were prohibited during her childhood.
I stepped into the foyer of an SoHo apartment in Manhattan. On the opposite wall hung an abstract oil painting of a nude, her body contorted and sectioned. At the smell of alcohol lingering in the air, a tiny alarm bell pealed deep within me. Jonathan, thin and pale,...
Somewhat eerily timed with the Chinese mother debate, my daughter, Mena, and I had a piano recital this past Saturday. Rather than performing at Carnegie Hall, where Chua's daughter Sophia played in 2007, we were both on the docket at Crane's Mill Retirement...
For Nancy M. Williams, adult piano lessons bring back insecurities linked to a childhood spent with an alcoholic parent, but ultimately help her move on.