Of Treacherous Terrain
Sometimes I wish I’d written this blog anonymously. It didn’t matter before—I was single, I was mainly freelancing and the “real” jobs I had were jobs…
Sometimes I wish I’d written this blog anonymously. It didn’t matter before—I was single, I was mainly freelancing and the “real” jobs I had were jobs…
I was just locking the studio, holding my travel mug and keys in one hand and my dance bag and box drum in the other, when…
On the way home from my semi-annual jog this morning, I couldn’t help but notice ELEVEN cars in line at the Dunkin Donuts drive through. Call…
I’ve never been much a baby person. Toddlers? Yes! Preschoolers? Yes! Moody teenagers? Yes. (So long as it’s only in small doses and there’s plenty of…
Now this makes sense. It’s been twelve years since the September 11th attacks. Our highways are strewn with flags, our cars are bedecked with bumper stickers…