Words from France (but not in French)

Well, it’s that time of year, my annual trek to the Dordogne Jazz School in Monteton, France.  It didn’t seem very possible that I could go this time around.  I wavered between faith and worry for months, while continuing to write new jazz.  But, thanks to some angels in my life, and a sigh-of-relief grant notification from the Indiana Arts Commission, I will be on a plane tomorrow.

There are always stories to tell, so please stop back by for a visit!

(Ok, I guess I could try out a bit of French. . .)

au revoir!

--Becky