Looking at life through a funhouse mirror
A strange thing happens when you get older. Sometimes (okay, all the time), you think about your younger years and how wonderful they were compared to the drudgery of being a grownup. A couple of years ago I had one of those Peggy Lee moments that was probably brought on by too much déjà vu …
I was watching the movie ‘All that Jazz’ on the plane the other week (the Classic movie genre being the only respite for frequent trans-coastal fliers who have already mined the not so deep depths of the new release offerings). Anyhow, it reminded me of how good a movie it was. And also of the …
Apparently, fear of public speaking (glossophobia for those who are interested in official labels) affects 75% of the population. Clearly that’s not an issue for Bill Clinton or Barack Obama (or even Michelle). And I am happy to say I also belong to the fearless 25%, but that wasn’t always the case. I had no …
My dancing career started when I was about seven years old. I don’t think that ballet was a very accurate name for the classes I attended, since the most difficult thing we did was stand still with our arms over our heads (although standing still is actually quite challenging for primary schoolers.) The highlight of …