Much to the surprise of everyone around me, though probably even more of a surprise to myself, right after writing Stalling Tactics, I went back to dance class. In fact, I’ve been to three now—only missing one when other commitments and a deadline got in the way. I suppose it isn’t really accurate to say
When I was first approached about reading Rebooting in Beverly Hills by Marcy Miller I wasn’t quite sure what I’d find. Was it a dating guide? Was it a novel? Was it self-help? I wasn’t sure, but since I could relate to a degree to the notion of having to start over after a certain
Info on the “Good Riddance Day Contest” landed in my inbox, and I knew I had to share it with you all. Even the most well-adjusted person has at least one thing that they would like to bid “Good Riddance.” Others may have two or twelve things that they would like to eliminate from their
In literature the number three often holds great meaning. I make no claim that this blog has any relation to literature whatsoever, but I’m going to borrow the number nonetheless. For today, the number represents change—more specifically, three changes over time. Confused yet? Good. It’s a Monday, and we need to shake off the residual
I’m going though another of those periods that I like to refer to as the “white phase.” No, I’m not only eating white foods or wearing white clothing (please, that would last two seconds before I had food or debris stains everywhere). This is more of an “I-really-need-to-get-rid-of-all-my-old-stuff-and-start-over” kind of thought process. I’ve done this