Every Good Boy Does Fine | The New Yorker

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“One thing no one teaches you is how much teaching resembles therapy.”

Save this story Save this story Photograph by Mauricio Alejo Two summers ago, I was playing concerts in Santa Fe, some five hours’ drive from where I grew up. Travel is more difficult for my parents than it used to be, but they made the trek to hear me. They brought along a strange gift—a black notebook with my name on the front, written in my best prepubescent cursive. It had been excavated from a closet and smelled faintly of mothballs. I’d forgotten it existed but recognized it instantly: my piano-lesson journal. Starting in 1981, when I was eleven, it sat on my music rack, so that I could

Every Good Boy Does Fine | The New Yorker

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