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 [...]

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, [...]

Lest We Take Ourselves Too Seriously…

Following delightful conversation among friends over a lovely high tea earlier today (thanks, Elizabeth!), I could not resist posting an excerpt of the hilarious all-male ballet ensemble, Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo, dancing Pas de Quatre, or as the Trocks call it, Le Grand Pas de Quatre 1/2.  This is my favorite of their [...]

New York Diary; (Entry the First, in which Deb worries about underpants)

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Dear Diary,
Well, it would appear that I will actually be boarding a plane for the Big Apple in just thirty-nine days.  Me—the Big Fraidy Cat, all by myself.  Alone in the city.  Navigating La Guardia, hailing cabs, finding my leased apartment, grocery shopping (do [...]

Teaching An Old Dog, Er, Old Tricks

WARNING:  THIS POST CONTAINS SELF-INDULGENT BALLET DRIVEL.
Dancers are obsessed with bodies, especially their own.  And even though I have not been a dancer dancer for some time now, I still dance in front of my young students in their ballet classes (and wall-to-wall mirrors) five and sometimes six days a week; I am keenly aware [...]

When You Need a Little Levity…

…look no further than Rowan Atkinson. This is part of one of my favorite “Mr. Bean” sketches. It also gives new meaning to multi-tasking, and illustrates at least a little how life feels at the moment, what with end-of-semester work at KBS, getting my ninth-grader ready for boarding school, and Christmas, [...]