Parasols!

Parasols!

Parasols, parasols. All I ever THINK about these days is my best friend’s new BABY!! (Welcome! You smell good (I’m assuming, haven’t met you yet in person)! You are so cute! and you have the coolest Mom, which basically insures you will be coolest person!)   So. Ahem. When I’m not thinking of the new bebe, I’m thinking... [Read more...]

Damn, its time for True Confessions week

Damn, its time for True Confessions week

I didn’t tell you this when it happened a few weeks ago. I was in shock, trying to adapt. I was scrambling, I was numb. I decided I was invincible, it couldn’t happen to ME. But it did. And the stares, and the whispers.The fake sympathy, the transparent, crushing RELIEF that is wasn’t Them this time, it was Her. Yes, my hours were... [Read more...]

The Information Booth

The Information Booth

A few months, I noticed a trend. People LOVE to come up to me and ask me questions. I noticed this trend because the usually-locked front door of my office was open one day, and people walked in all day and asked me things. Random things. Big things. Little things. Direction things. even technological things. So of course, I called my friend Costello.... [Read more...]

Sarasbande on Violin

Sarasbande on Violin

Sarasbande by Karl Bohm is one of my favorite haunting melodies. I found this, luckily, by a student who is playing on a violin from 1841. I think she does a wonderful job! Take a listen~   Photo credit on thumbnail to: http://www.orato.com/files/imagecache/storyimage/files/olorato/story/2875/Musical_notes_tattoo_arm.jpg Photo credit for main photo... [Read more...]

The Ladies Who Brunch

The Ladies Who Brunch

A few years ago, two girlfriends and I, started a simple get-together, every 3 months or so, to have brunch and share about the details of our life. What happens at these brunches have grown into magical proportions. We don’t dress up, unless we want to. We share who picks the place, and when. We sometimes talk more after the brunches, but for... [Read more...]

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