Feb. 12, 2021


From the age of nine, I studied piano with a teacher named Mrs. Easter. She was strict and demanding; cold and overly-critical; but I learned to play the piano well under her tutelage. When I was almost fifteen years old, my teacher arranged for a professional pianist and composer—in town for a concert appearance—to spend the afternoon at her music studio to judge and evaluate her piano students. The well-known musician, probably in his thirties, listened to my recital pieces and when I finished, began talking with me.

 Several times, Mrs. Easter rudely-interrupted our session to ask when he would finish with me, stating other students were waiting their turn. He patiently replied: “So far, of those I’ve auditioned, Sally demonstrates the most promising talent. It is important for me to hear her complete repertoire.”

The piano judge seemed fascinated by my left hand, asking how I had developed such strength and clarity in that one hand. When I explained I was left-handed, the judge opened his briefcase—pulled out one of his original composition—wrote a few words--- then scrolled his name across the top and placed it in my lap.

The music, “Piece for Left-Hand only” seemed quite appropriate. Grateful for his praise, high scores, and the autographed composition, I extended my hand as a thank-you gesture. To my surprise, the judge put his arms around me in an affectionate hug.

Leaving the studio, I passed Ms. Easter standing in the doorway. Apparently, she’d watched the exchange between the piano judge and me. Her mouth curled in a snarl, my teacher marched me to the outside door before releasing her anger:

“Just like some common hussy, you flirted with that judge so he’d give you high marks. I have many students who play much-better than you! The only reason you won the best performance award was because you are a flirtatious little Bitch!”

Who knows why— all my life and---even today-- many women view me as their “enemy”…as someone they HATE…immediately . Sadly, It's taken almost a lifetime for me to realize-- I have never been The Problem.  INSECURE, JEALOUS, AND HATEFUL WOMEN are always intimidated by attractive women who appear poised and confident.


FOLLOW-UP:  Forty years later--long after I’d changed piano teachers… received a music scholarship to attend Lindenwood College for Women and…. moved far-beyond Pine Bluff, Arkansas…. I learned my former piano teacher was discovered in her home, brutally tortured, raped, and murdered.  Even today, the case remains open and unsolved.

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17.10 | 01:42

I miss being Facebook friends with you! Hope you are well and happy.

Tammy Brookover Jay

15.10 | 01:28

Love all of this. I'm so lucky to be your neighbor,

30.08 | 16:26

Sally, my friend, I love your writings and sometimes they make me cry and then smile. I love you as if I had known you all my life. God Bless you each and every day in all you do.

29.08 | 19:19

Lol, I loved reading this story! As a female that dated a couple men with Harleys, I totally understand and met Harley Guy myself, many times over!
I hope you get your 3wheels someday soon!

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