New York Diary; (Entry the Second, in which Deb searches for her lost tiara)

Dear Diary,
Were it not for some pretty convincing physical evidence that I did in fact spring from my parents’ combined DNA, I would swear I had been switched at birth.  I am almost certain that I am a princess, but on occasion I have great difficulty convincing others of this likelihood.  Take husband, for example, [...]

His Father’s Son

I could not resist snapping this picture yesterday: teenager’s much-anticipated pink Sony Vaio arrived (pink because that’s ironic, of course), and the image of father and son hunched over laptops made me smile. I shot this in the dining room, where husband prefers to work in spite of the fact that he has [...]

While You Were Away

What happens at Knoxville Ballet School between terms? Here’s a list of the Top Fifteen:

1. The Saga of the Wet Floor is addressed. Again. This is how things have been looking under the Marley; grimace.
2. Web server crash is adressed; school website and blog are reconstructed.
3. Female Yellow Lab mix appears in the Youngs’ back [...]