I’m a terrible feminist. On Saturday I got pulled over for speeding. The nice state trooper, who was all of twelve, (really – when did they start deputizing pre-pubescent boys?) attempted a surreptitious look down my shirt. When he realized he was busted, he turned a rather lovely shade of fuchsia. I’m pretty sure if … More Busted
Last night was my last music rehearsal before the Great Adventure begins. (For those just joining the party, I’ll be singing in central Europe for the first 2 weeks of August.) For the past month and a half we’ve been rehearsing as a small group, so that we represent New England admirably. We’ll be joining … More Country Bears v. City Bears
I had the delightful occasion to have dinner with some dear friends over the weekend. We’ll call them Stacy and Wilson. (If you’ve been reading along, you know the pseudonym game.) Joining the revelry were Stacy’s uncle David, his partner Manuel and Manuel’s brother Paco, who were visiting from Mexico.
Finally legal and official! While I have yet to see the papers with my own eyes, my lawyer assures me that I am indeed legitimately and inarguably Divorced. It’s a bittersweet moment, but certainly a titanic relief to have things resolved legally. The emotional closure may take far longer, in fact it’s probable that the … More A Sovereign Nation of One
I had absolutely no plans for the holiday weekend. I’m on a stringent budget at the moment, saving my pennies for travelling to Europe in August. I figured I’d run, read, tie up some loose ends, and essentially lounge around home for the weekend. Then the phone rang Thursday afternoon.