New York Diary; (Entry the Fourth, in which Deb learns about butt kabobs and accidentally has lunch with a famous guy, but not at the same time)

Dear Diary,
Before I left for New York, lots of people asked me where I was planning to eat and shop, what shows I was going to see, which museums—that sort of thing.  My answer was simply, I don’t know.  This was mainly because I had no idea how much free time I would have, if [...]

New York Diary; (Entry the Third, in which Deb buys groceries on Park Avenue during an electric storm)

Dear Diary,
On seeing the Park Avenue loft I rented for my ten-day NYC tenure, one of my New York pals told me I had scored big.  Okey doke, well that is fine and dandy, and as you know, I am a princess.  But I discovered in short order that the kitchen was missing a few [...]

Do You Have A Fairy Godmother?

I do.  Her name is Jane Shelton, and she teaches ballet in Memphis, Tennessee.  I have known her since I was four, when she was a young psychology student at Memphis State University (now the University of Memphis) and I was a rising kindergartner at Church of the Good Shepherd.  She danced at Memphis Ballet [...]

Grey Skies Are Gonna Clear Up

This time last Thursday I was attending a conference in beautiful Black Mountain, North Carolina.  It had not anything to do with dance, but everything to do with children, particularly my own child.  Seated around our table, and the one next to it, were other parents and a few grandparents of teenage boys, each belonging [...]

Inspired and Distracted, Perhaps

There is no real excuse for the neglect I’ve shown my blog these last weeks.  At first I decided I must be uninspired—a disconcerting notion, as I usually have not one, but several ideas for posts banging around in my head when I sit down to write.  But then I decided I might just be [...]

It came without ribbons! It came without tags!

Primarily because husband prefers other gift wrap media:  aluminum foil and paper sacks.  But mostly aluminum foil, which he insists serves the additional purpose of shielding our brains from alien invaders.  He’s no Grinch, that husband.  I wanted to share a couple of particularly delectable aluminum-wrapped items he handed me on Christmas morning.  Firstly:

These are [...]

Veteran’s Day Story

Col. Ross Bentley Young, Jr., USAF, retired, came into this world on September 26, 1915, and left it November 10, 2008. In between was a life of adventure, humor, and learning through his service to God, country, and family.
He grew up in Memphis and at the family farm, Castle Barn, Fayette County, Tennessee, the [...]

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 [...]