Who, me?

The other day I was in a dance store (is that even a word?), getting some teaching clothes. The woman working there asked me where I dance and I said, oh I don’t dance. Actually it was more like this: Oh! No no no no no. I don’t actually DANCE. As if DANCE...

The IWOM Brigade.

I do not have the slightest idea what I do for a living. Nor do I wish to know. The not-knowing has worked out quite well for nearly six years of running a business, and I expect it to only get better. The grown-ups in my company (attorney, accountant, financial...

Friday Chicken #97: FBOTW FTW

Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection. And you get to join in if you feel like it. Friday is clearly...

Costumes.

I have been thinking a lot about costumes. Mostly because of Anna. Anna is wonderful. You can completely count on her to put together a fabulously crazy outfit. Even when she’s traveling. If you decide you want to do Ironic Aerobics (which I often do —...
The Fluent Self