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Well, in the formal way it goes like this:


A Musician, Historian, and Educator.

Graduated Cum Laude her bachelor's degree in History and General Studies.
Has a Master degree in History of the 20th century.
Holds a teachers diploma in history and music.

Studied philosophy, art history, political science, musicology and music education, and much more.


But let us go to what really matters, and that is Who am I...

The basics are that I’m 55 years old, a mother of three exceptional ladies. I am a musician, a writer, an educator, a teacher at heart, and I live in New York City. The truth is, I somehow found myself in New York City. 

My “Yellow Brick Road” brought me here…

 

I’m a dreamer, with an incredible imagination, that rarely has borders…

I Dream - and I dare to do things, even if sometimes it seems like a crazy thing to do. I guess that this is the adventurous part of me.
 

I did a lot of things, special and unique things, and always my way. The way that was made by my own footsteps, as the Spanish poet Antonio Machado once wrote. “Caminante, son tus huellas el Camino, y nada más; (Wanderer, your footsteps are the path, and nothing else…). And as it happens with paths that are made by us, you sometimes trip and fall, but also remember to get up and make the next footstep, and then one more, until you’re up again, ready to walk, and run, and jump higher than before.

 

So this is how “my way” was (and still is):
Like the Phoenix, I had to reinvent myself over and over again, kept on studying, working, and creating, always striving to get my thoughts to be heard, get my ideas into form, and make my dreams come true - while no one could actually see the backstage drama.

At the end of the day, I am pretty grateful for my life, though I only now start to realize, just how hard it was, and what toll it has taken, while for others it always seemed the opposite.

 

I never had a master plan for my life. Anything I ever studied, or created, was never part of a plan. Becoming a singer was never part of a plan. This blog wasn’t a part of a plan either...
It just happened.

I never knew what I wanted to be when I grow-up.

I still haven’t made up my mind.

iMisophonic




 

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