Knoxville Ballet School has had a mainly quiet summer, but much has transpired behind the scenes. For starters, the school has acquired a circa-1950 Gulbransen piano serendipitously. It once belonged to my grandparents, but my late Uncle Stan (a lifelong professional musician, for many years at the Light Opera of Manhattan) implored me to take it shortly before his death. Sitting in [...]
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 [...]
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, [...]
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 [...]
One thing I miss an awful lot from my now-teenager’s early childhood is reading great children’s books with him. When it was at last time to clean off his shelves and store the wonderful juvenile books he had outgrown, there were a few I could not bear to put away. These are on [...]
Okay. So, this is how I wish to look when I am approaching age seventy. No, wait. This is what I wish to be able to do when I am nearing seventy. An interesting proposition, since I am more than a couple of decades from that milestone, and I’d be hard-pressed [...]