The end of summer draws neigh.  While I’m sitting here continuing to try and figure out this “real life” thing (I’ve stumbled upon the cure for the common cold, though that’s not related to my field, so I tossed the paperwork), many of my potential readers are preparing to go back to school.  Though I have both physically and emotionally finished with my undergraduate years of music school, I can’t help but think about my first year at Rowan University as a jazz education major and how different those experiences were from all my other years there. 

[The Poetry of] Who I Am

            The first entry of a new blog.  Yea, indeed, such is as the life of a newborn babe first emerging into the world.  It brings with it infinite promises of an equally infinite number of possibilities.  It is as a blooming flower, bursting forth from its formerly covered state into a dazzling array of color and whimsy.  Will this beauty continue into the future, or has yet another seed of self-destruction been sown?