Today Clarence and I walked. Again. I have taken a break from running because the pain from a chronic Achilles injury has been too bad to push, and until today, the weather has not inspired me to run. But we reached a soaring 87 degrees in my part of Vermont today--lots of grumbling from locals … Continue reading Achilles Heel
Month: May 2013
We know every part by heart…
...almost. A bit more refining, and we're there. Curtain at 2:30 and at 6:30 next Sunday at Thetford Academy's Martha Jane Rich Theatre; three original works set to Debussy, Orff, and Brahms (one of my esteemed colleagues in the Brahms rehearsal above). Live music by the piano students of Victoria Dobrushina, many of whom are … Continue reading We know every part by heart…
I sat down a little while ago to relax my mind and have some soup made last night from leftovers. The past four days have tested me more than I care to be tested, by the highest authority in the land. The shroud of deception that defined my family life for years, that followed me … Continue reading Exhaustion.
This bottle holds a bit of liquid Nirvana straight from a local cow who was milked very early last Thursday morning, delivered to me by Handsome Chef Boyfriend Thursday night (er, the milk--not the cow). On this occasion HCB served as a courier for a friend who took note of my interest in this product … Continue reading Got this?
Running With Scissors
This time of year dance schools everywhere roll out the abomination known as the recital. Some of my former ballet school parents back in Knoxville whose children landed at "recital" schools after I left have recently been heard moaning online about the exorbitant cost of sequined costumes, other recital-related expenses, limited stage exposure for their children, … Continue reading Running With Scissors
Rite of Passage
Yesterday I had a heartening message from the mother of a very talented former Knoxville Ballet School student. The subject line was Homework on Pointe, and the jist of the message simply, I don't even know if I can get them off her to sew the ribbons and elastics. This from a ballerina mom not … Continue reading Rite of Passage
What’s Wrong With This Picture?
I started collecting Pyrex in this vintage pattern many years ago when I stumbled across some dirt cheap refrigerator containers at a huge weekend flea market. I recognized it instantly. The year I moved into my first apartment as a young undergrad my mom had given me a bunch of cast-off kitchenware which included a single mixing … Continue reading What’s Wrong With This Picture?