Author: Sandy Hoban

I signed up for a mindful drumming class the way I sign up for many things lately: with equal...

It’s 7:30 pm and I’m reclining on my golden, fluffy couch reading a book. It’s getting good, a...

Music wakes me up, puts me to sleep, charges my battery, and consoles me; it is a part of my daily...

Life as an empty-nester who recently moved “down the hill” is its own odd adventure. These days I...

Oh, Summer of Sandy! You temptress, you tease, I had big plans—bike rides, pickle ball, dancing in...