Yesterday, Timmy and I were in the van. Upon seeing a sign similar to this one, he solemnly intoned from behind me, "No arrows allowed."
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- Julie
- I'm a writer, teacher, singer, mom and wife who tries to balance it all, with varying degrees of success on any given day. I've sung with opera companies, been on the communications staff for two health care organizations, and taught music at Catholic and public schools. Now I teach voice and Suzuki piano privately, cantor at local churches, and freelance for (mostly) local publications. And chase my three kids around.
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November
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- Goodbye, Thanksgiving; Hello, Advent
- ENC Messiah concert article
- Pilgrim Festival Chorus concert advance
- Thanksgiving Day chez Fay
- Changes
- A note from Abby
- In praise of girlfriends
- Preschool boy dancers wanted
- Mr. Muddle and the Beatles
- The rest of the story
- Plymouth Philharmonic review
- Silly sleep
- Ella knows best
- Just a Minute: Thanksgiving column
- Breugger's introspection
- Sarah Brightman article
- Abby's first concert tour
- Perfect music: correction
- The letter of the law
- Puppy love
- November in New England
- Ten minutes of fun
- Laffin' at duh kittehs
- Physician, heal thyself
- Second webzine article
- Coffee, Coffee muss ich haben
- Youth, wasted on the young
- Perfect music
- Two exciting discoveries
- Turkey time!
- Latest family column
- Announcement
- Busy at Breugger's
- A glaring omission, rectified
- November again
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