Towards the end of a choir rehearsal at the methodist church I attend, the conductor summarized the design of the service the following Sunday. The choir and the Big Bang Brass Quintet would each be performing three pieces. “And at the end of the service, the organist will be playing the Widor Toccata,” he declared. After a moment of “what’s-that?” silence, the conductor asked if anyone had ever heard the Toccata.
“Actually,” I announced after another brief silence, “I played…..
Recently, while lying next to my sleeping wife, Lisa, I smiled to myself, thinking about how I had once again caused her to fall asleep by rubbing her shoulders and neck.
When we started building our relationship in my apartment in Washington, DC, I knew almost nothing about the power of touch. Yes, I used my hands to read braille and explore my environment, but I hadn’t been in a relationship long enough to explore human-to-human touch, except for my…..