Out with the old! And not a moment too soon!
[Broke sidebar update: sidebar still broke just fixed on the home page! As continues to be abundantly evident.  Not in abundance: my bright ideas as to what happened, or what else to try to un-happen it.  But I'm back home now, and less able to [...]

Juleaften walk, Dorrington, CA.
Unrelated to the above bucolic scene of winter wonder: the sidebar on this blog jobbie seems funked, at least from the computer I have access to up in these snow-drenched mountains. Do accept my apologies for the aesthetic hiccup. All will be rectified upon return to sea level. Which [...]

The beloved children’s classic The Velveteen Rabbit was made into an equally beloved holiday dance piece twenty-two years ago by ODC/Dance, one of our finest local dance companies. A week or so ago, I went to see it with the girlie, and the trips there and back were nearly as eventful as the [...]

Waiting, Berkeley, CA.
This was a moment during which the lil’ monkey and I were waiting for the BART train into the city to go see a holiday dance show.  For minutes on end we watched people descend the escalator: first shoes, then legs, then torso, then whole person.  Could have stayed like that for hours, [...]

First off,  I really wanted to get back to sweet little stories of human connection and the everyday foibles of parenthood, you know?  Really did.  Have something in the hopper even.  I genuinely try to use this venue as a means to lift not just my own spirits, but those of others.  But then the shite [...]

No, she wasn’t growling at the ladies.  Or barking.  Just carrying on with some narrative or another, more or less removed from her surroundings.  Per usual.
Story of the day soon to follow.  Some hint as to our whereabouts earlier that afternoon might be found in my pants (velveteen) and her animal (rabbit).
Also: I promise this [...]

Ever since he turned 80, my sister has thrown our dad a lavish birthday dinner party at her place (our childhood home).  She urges him to invite as many close personal friends as he likes.  She prepares never less than a four course meal; the first year it was seven. 
Exceptions have been made, for a [...]

Pedestrian bridge dance, Yerba Buena Gardens, San Francisco, CA.