This is my Fairy Godmother, my "Auntie" Jane, who also happens to be one of my former ballet teachers, currently visiting all the way from Memphis. This picture of her was made just before a spring workshop performance there in about 1975; I was among those young ballerinas in the photo somewhere. Although we are … Continue reading Fairy Godmother
Handsome Chef Boyfriend
Greetings from Vermont
Wintry chores, indoors. Ballet classes, reading glasses. Ice skate, bread bake. Lake run, too much fun. Work-play, lazy day. Valentines, canines. Pot-au-feu, boyfriend, too. Crossword puzzle, doggy muzzle. Foot rubs, lots of snug-gles. Heavy sighs, long goodbyes. Greetings from Vermont.
Rolling Around in the Snow, in the Buff
Yes, I really did this last night underneath a sky that was so incredibly dark and brilliant with stars and planets I am not sure my words can do it justice. My small digital Canon PowerShot simply can’t capture what I saw, so I had to grab something that approximates the nighttime sky in rural … Continue reading Rolling Around in the Snow, in the Buff
The lake has spoken.
Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I skated around the lake again day before yesterday (no, that is not us in the photo--that woman does not have a death grip on her friend); this time we went for the entire circuit, about four and a half miles. The wind was rough at times and on occasion the … Continue reading The lake has spoken.
My house smells like kishke.
I have long used Steven Mitchell’s ballet classroom music when I teach; he is a NYC-based classical ballet accompanist and musician who, along with a couple others of his ilk, was kind enough to help me develop a program for live ballet class accompaniment at my small school in Knoxville in 2010. A track on one … Continue reading My house smells like kishke.
Sycamore Stories 