by Lenore Zion
LOS ANGELES, CA-
I’d say my life started at the approximate moment that my identical twin sister died next to me in my mother’s womb.
After that, it moves all over the place. But that was the key moment, right then. And it, being the key moment, has peppered every other moment in my life.
Before grade school – kindergarten, I believe: I took piano lessons with a woman whose age I cannot remember. She forbade her students to touch the keys of the piano. We were “dirty little children,” and we could not be trusted to keep her piano, which was not actually her piano, but the school’s piano, clean. Instead, we played “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” pounding out each note on the wooden plank that covered the keys when the piano was shut. (more…)