Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

For those of you who don’t yet know, I’ve moved. As in just moved – last weekend. (In fact, that is why there was no post last Friday.)

There is an awful lot I could tell you about the months-long process of apartment hunting, the really cool circumstances that finally led me to “The Place,” and the move itself (involving 60+ hours of, at times, grueling exertion which left me bruised, cut and hobbled). However, today, I want to focus on just one aspect of it all – moving the piano.

Some of you may not know that, in addition to being a writer, I’m also a pianist, vocalist, songwriter and composer. So my piano is near and dear to me. In fact, I own the same piano I began playing on at the age of three – back when my feet didn’t even reach the “buttons” down there as I sat plucking…