CHAPTER 3.8 – Living Art
Italy is a place full of artists. Yes, there are many that come to mind when I say this; Michelangelo, Donatello, Botticelli, and DaVinci. But…
Italy is a place full of artists. Yes, there are many that come to mind when I say this; Michelangelo, Donatello, Botticelli, and DaVinci. But…
Day one in Italy. Stepping off of the plane in Rome with a backpack strapped tightly around my waist, I took a deep breath…
Today is my last Monday. For the last seven years I have worked at a prestigious dance school in the city of NYC as…
Runaway bride, a cute cliché movie about a woman who chronically left men at the wedding alter. And also a bit of my life. Though…
I stood in the Hallmark isle last week along with many of you, sifting through the row of Father’s Day cards trying to find the…
The other night I went bowling with some friends. Halfway through the game, the lights went dim and the strobe lights flashed on. The…
Last night on the R train, Brandon stepped in to my car. Brandon looked to be mid 20’s with torn cargo pants and long…
Sometimes I wonder why I have to go through crap in life. Yes I know I am supposed to ask more eloquently why I…
Confrontation is uncomfortable. I would go so far as to say that it is painful. At least by the definition that most of us…
When I was in 6th grade, author and philosopher Henry David Thoreau was my personal hero. Thoreau’s Walden Pond concept of going off to…