Carter Dewberry
From the Old to the New
As the end of 2009 approaches, I am more excited than ever to cross off items from my to-do list... especially when they involve completing some task that has been hanging over my head for weeks… or months.
Choosing Kindness
Last week I rode the turbulence of anger and sadness in the name of compassion for my sister. (For that essay, please read last Friday’s unscheduled column, “Fighting A T&T for a Crime Victim.”)
Fighting A T & T for a Crime Victim
[Editor’s Note: Carter Dewberry, whose “Striking the Right Chord” essay appears on Tuesdays, writes movingly this morning about San Francisco thugs attacking her sister and stealing her most precious possession/]
The Whole Story
When I received Ari’s email last spring, I wasn’t sure what to think.
Why would he, the editor of an online newspaper, want ME to write a column?
Why would he, the editor of an online newspaper, want ME to write a column?
Thinking for Life
I used to think I thought a lot. I was wrong.
What I thought was thinking about my life was, in reality, obsessing over a deadline or dreaded task or spinning through laundry lists of action items.
What I thought was thinking about my life was, in reality, obsessing over a deadline or dreaded task or spinning through laundry lists of action items.
The Next Chapter: Jan. 16, 2010
After years of trying on different labels, I have finally realized that the form of my music (style, genre) is less important to me than the feelings it evokes in listeners.
23 Ways to a Smile
Once again, tonight I stood outside my loft feeling the Santa Ana winds circulating the seasonal mixture of flu germs, stress, anxiety and general fatigue. I can’t say how much I am originating and how much I am catching from others.
The Best Personal Trainer in the World
Setting my alarm earlier than I had in months, I began to doubt the rationale behind my
impending trip to San Francisco. Why was it again that I was flying there and back on the
same day just for a personal training appointment and lunch date with my sister?
Spreading the Music
The flurry of my emotions matches the piano’s treble flourishes in the Ravel piece I am at this moment hearing at tonight’s Classical Underground concert.
