Carter Dewberry

I wasn’t sure I would make it through the entire hour. There were only five students in the class, but they were screaming and running in opposite directions.

Am I training for a half-marathon for a personal fitness goal or because one of the favorite parts of my week is my Sunday morning long run in Peter’s Canyon?

After last week's rant and a few sympathetic comments, I have been inspired to clear communications surrounding my upcoming concert. Things really don't have to be that upsetting or complicated.

I am done with playing the political game. It has gotten in the way of my clarity.

I taught my first lesson today in my new cello studio.

What a beautiful space!

One thing I have enjoyed over the last few years with my teaching business has been the flexibility it has offered me in my creative life. I always have had the perfect number of students and taught enough to stay in the groove, but not so much that I get worn down. (I remember only three days in the last two years where, at the end of the day, I checked my calendar to learn what NOT to repeat.)

I look forward to school beginning for all my students. As much as I pride myself on being able to multi-task and be flexible with scheduling, I am ready for things to settle down.

As with all projects worth doing (at least for me), I grossly underestimated the amount of time and energy it would take for me to put together the O.C. Cello Choir’s first public concert.

I now have more of an idea of what it is like to have a newborn. Only, I didn’t just give birth; my husband did.

I always remind my students of their fortune to be playing the cello. It is such a naturally beautiful and alluring instrument, it attracts attention wherever it goes... along with its owners.