My family hates me. And by family, I mean my cousins. That's really all that's left, my cousins - my mother's brothers' children. (I have no siblings except for: 1, the one I was hidden from; 2, the half-sister from another mother and her now-deceased brother. This is a really long story I'm not … Continue reading They Hate Me … Because They Love Me
My American Tribal Style dance troupe suffered a great loss even before the pandemic. My mother died in 2018. It took her 24 days to pass, in hospice. It was the most stressful and odd time in my life: waiting for someone to die, someone with whom so much had not been … Continue reading 1st Post-COVID Dance
Years ago, when my children were very young, I used to cook for my family once a week. ONLY once a week. That might seem weird to you or like I neglected them six days a week but, actually, that cooking day was a big, comfortable deal for me and it fed my family … Continue reading Don’t Waste Those Leftovers!
One of the quotes on my outgoing email is this one from Francis Ford Coppola: "Parents always say focus on something. Don’t focus. Do all the things you love and someday it will come together and you will see what you are. And the things that you did ... will all be relevant." When I … Continue reading Don’t Focus (or In Praise of the Niche-Less Blog)