Marsha Johnson:  

Life Well folks, they have sent me about 4,000 classmates emails and I found myself googling Selma Road today and missed all the "home" people. So here goes. I am cheap so opting for the 50% off membership. I hope you will all let me know where you are and what's up with you. I work 3 days at an orthopedic hospital doing a mind/body "prepare for surgery" program. It's a hard sell, but I am succeeding. I sing on Sundays and other times when some opportunity is too good to pass up. Herman plays the piano for me. Our lives are always changing as Herman is a free lance musician. He has a church job with very fine soloists. He plays for ballet classes, conducts a youth chorus which has the honor of performing with the BSO (symphony). They just did "Pippin" and it was grand. We are independent business owners (both our parents had their own enterprises so it's in the blood, his dad was a butcher in his own store). We market everything you can name. Our primary products now are pharmacuetical grade vitamins and energy drinks only available through our business. It's a fun thing to do and will offer us a good retirement. (which lord knows music doesn't). I became a music therapist when the secretarial job I was doing went bust due to a sever repetitive strain injury. I went to a university closeby and got (another) master's degree. I don't regret it, but I don't particularly recommend it either. A ton of work to learn and wonderfully gratifying work. Deeply satisfying to me working with patients. I offered music therapy for pain management until this program came up. I got a license in mental health counseling as well. It's the sort of profession that usually pays lousy and is little understood. Also, often you are "pioneering" and creating your own position. I directed MT at the dept. of retardation, aptly named not for the clients, but for the brainwonders who run a civil service for the state. I am deeply concerned our country is...Expand for more