Well, the second week of National Blog Posting Month has just started and just for the record, this challenge is officially kicking my butt. I mean, I’m doing it. But it’s a true challenge for me. And while I definitely believe it is a good thing, I sometimes wonder if the time I spend putting [...]
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The party, the weekend.
Dancing until we were out of breath, Eating until we were out of breath. And yes. Of course there was cake. Party, replete with squealing little girls, And new friends. And the coming together, Of two different worlds. Then memorial after memorial, And pictures and museums, On the prettiest of pretty fall days. Wherein shadows [...]
City of my heart.
Today I’m heading down to New Orleans for Jazz Fest. It was sort of a last minute decision and I’ll be there for less than 36 hours, but in a lot of ways it feels like I’m going home. I haven’t been to New Orleans since last September, for my grandmother’s funeral. It was a [...]
At the poetry shop in Harvard Square.
I stopped by a poetry bookshop in Harvard Square this past weekend and searched out this old favorite. I studied Philip Larkin in the English class I took while studying abroad in London. It was dissecting this poem that showed me how beautiful, how intricate, how artful, poetry can really be. I love to read [...]
City kid learns a country lesson.
I have a confession to make: I’m a city kid. Well, kind of. I didn’t grow up in city. I grew up in a very suburban neighborhood in Maryland, about 15 miles from Washington D.C. But if the choice comes down to city kid or country kid, then yes, I’m definitely a city kid. There’s [...]
A week at the museum.
I spent the majority of my time last week at the Museum of Russian Icons in Clinton, Massachusetts. Those of you who read this blog regularly know I don’t usually talk about work or clients. Not because I don’t enjoy those things (on the contrary, I very much do), but because this blog naturally tends [...]
My love affair with Russian.
If you’ve never heard Russian spoken by a tiny, green-eyed Russian woman, then you probably have no idea how lovely a language it really is. My love affair with Russian began not long after I first heard my boyfriend’s mother prattling away on the phone in her native tongue. Before that, I thought of Russian [...]
