The arts are suffering. Every day my inbox is dominated by friends or agencies urging me to write to my congressmen to remind them of the value of the arts and to please maintain funding for it. For me ( Read more... )

I was sitting at services on Saturday morning and I thought I'd like to start up my blog again. Not very Shabbat-y, but here I am. I had a great idea that I wanted to blog about, but now I've forgotten it. I'm reading a book called Still Alice which is about a woman who's life is breaking down thanks to her early-onset Alzheimer's disease. I, ( Read more... )

I love my husband. And I like him.

i love that michelle obama wears flats.

i love that we had a nearly sold out house for our play tonight.

i love that yoga helped me feel better when i was sick.

i love that it is fall again. just like last year.

one more week of work before vacation. counting down the days. committed to NOT working over break. could this be the year that actually happens?

i'm losing some titles and gaining new ones:

to lose:
single, girlfriend

to gain:
married, wife, step mom

Hooray!

In 3rd or 4th grade, my friend Cary Ann Nixon had tickets to see New Kids On The Block live in concert at the Civic Center in Pensacola. She was telling me all about it, but then she asked someone else to go with her. I was so sad. I had had a dream that Jordan, the one I liked of the 5 band-mates, was kissing a Hawaiian princess, but clearly he ( Read more... )

I love this man.

Nudibranchs make everything ok.

Dear Brain ( Read more... )