How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice—or so goes the old joke. But seriously, just where, when and how is all that work supposed to happen, especially in today’s hectic world?

My first love was not a human, but an object. It was dark brown and wooden, with a glossy surface and orange undertones. Four silver strings with a carbon fiber pin sticking out the other end. I ...

How do you get to Carnegie Hall? According to the old joke, “practice, practice, practice.” While it may sound like good advice, it’s not the best or fastest path because practice can only get you so ...