Well, it’s that time of year, my annual trek to the
in Dordogne Jazz School . 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. Monteton, France
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. . .)