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A few steps from the summit
I think I can safely say that I am adulting hard right now. Having been at my new job for 3 months, I now have a work routine established that (just in time) allows some of my attention to focus on the HUGE other things going on in my life. Nick got a job offer last week, and if this wasn't a public post, I'd be posting specifics about salary, ( Read more... ) -
A Day in the Sun
I am on the strangest little vacation. I haven't mentioned it, but Nick and I were abruptly laid off in January. There was a whirlwind month of job applications, morale management, and producing the show. Then we skipped town. Less than a week after the show wrapped, the majority of our belongings were in storage in Longmont, CO, and Nick and I ( Read more... ) -
A Night of Vintage Entertainment
My victory rolls came together with surprising ease this afternoon. I gave myself 2 hours to do them, because you know you hair can be. But 20 minutes later, I was looking at an undeniably adorable vintage 'do that's sure to serve me well in tonight's show. You see, a couple of months ago I hatched an ambitious plot to produce a full-length vintage ( Read more... ) -
Microcosm
The other day, Nick went to the grocery store. I asked him to bring me back a treat ( Read more... ) -
Garbanzo and Me (A Chapter)
When I was an embryo, my parents went on a trip to buy me my first toy. At the toy store, they narrowed the choices down to two contenders: A little stuffed football, and a little stuffed duck which was also a rattle. After a now-legendary deliberation, they decided on the duck. They named him "Garbanzo," because I was about the size of a chick pea ( Read more... ) -
An Aborted Impulse, and a Memory
Last night I was at the Meyers' house with Nick. We stopped by to pick up some things, then (as usual) stayed for a couple of hours to chat. At some point, Donna was telling a story from Nick's past and I got a vague sense that there was more to the story than she knew. I glanced a Nick, half-expecting him to hint with an look or gesture at the ( Read more... ) -
Tears, Balloons, and Holding Hands (A Snapshot)
I came of age right between the time when nobody had a blog and the time when everybody did. Sometimes I wish I had better records of those pre-adult years. Other times I thank heaven I don't have the opportunity to listen to my teenaged self ( Read more... ) -
A Chapter - Auditioning for the High School Dance Team
When I was a freshman in high school, I decided to audition for the dance team. I don't remember much about making the decision to try out, but I remember who I was well enough to guess. I probably heard the phrase "dance team," and decided that sounded good. I didn't know a single person who was on the team, I didn't know what the team DID. (I ( Read more... ) -
Decisions and Directions
When I was 15 or 16, and most of my peers were enduring the familiar agonies of puberty, I was sailing along pretty happily. I had friends, I had dates, I made good grades without having to try too hard. I was pretty. I was bright. And I was privileged I even remember thinking "Why do people act like life is so hard? Why does everyone have "serious ( Read more... ) -
The Arts of Performance Dance
When I was a little girl, I thought of both my parents as "artists." My mom, painter, drawer, and otherwise picture-maker was the "artist." My dad, photographer (picture-TAKER) was the "photographer." I had a hard time understanding why they objected to me telling my friends or my friends parents that that's what they were. "My mom's an artist and ( Read more... )