Trying to make some sense of all the celebrity deaths, and why I may not feel as strongly about them as others seem to.
With the debut of Project Runway Junior tonight, I reflect on what I was doing at 13. Did I have any idea who I was then, and where I’d be now?
Today’s #NaBloPoMo prompt asks me if I think I’m funny, if I’m here to amuse, and what I find so damn funny. I try to answer.
Nicki Minaj is butthurt because her alma mater, which is also my alma mater, declined her invitation to speak there. Too bad for her that’s not the whole story.
While everyone else is throwing buckets of ice water on their heads, I’m very relieved to be tagged in a blogging meme where I don’t have to get wet. If you’re not familiar with the Writing Process Blog Tour, it’s easy: just answer four questions and tag three more people. Simple!
Some rambling thoughts about writing my blog, and a call to action for myself.
The film Austenland makes me nostalgic for my days of dance reenacting, while I reflect on dance, fantasy, and romance.
When a comparison friends made years ago resurfaces, I consider the impression I make on others.