Today the Masterworks Chorale of Central New York is performing "Music of Mystery," in downtown Auburn. For a brief moment in time, I was President of the Board of Directors of this musical organization. I am not performing with them today because I am not in central New York. I am in Mississippi.
And this got me to thinking. Mine is an interrupted life. A life spent wandering into and out of the states of Delaware, Pennsylvania, Alabama, Indiana, Texas, New York and, for the time being, Mississippi, where loneliness and isolation were dispelled through art councils, writers guilds, piano studies, correspondence courses, SCBWI (Society of Children Book Writers and Illustrators) workshops and conferences, Master Gardener certification programs, music ministries, opening and closing home music studios, community choruses, and whatever else I could find to fill the void created by uncertainty and the strangeness of new surroundings. A void that, for better or worse, husband and children could not fill.
A life interrupted is my adult, married life - one of forced discovery, and the tormented answer to the question "what do you do" that greeted me with every move.
