Maybe it’s a hangover from all those years in school. Maybe it’s a way to get my mind off the end of summer heat. But the approach of September means getting the wardrobe ready for fall.
I’m going with the French 5 piece thing as a part of minimalist dressing. For me that means a new pair of boyfriend jeans and a new shirt.
Some great tasting snacks. Yum! ©D.L. Ewbank
My comedy training began on my flight to Chicago to take a stand-up immersion class. The snack I purchased became a lesson in things to avoid when I purchased Hot to Write Funny by Scott Dikkers at Second City.
Dikkers says we should avoid cliches. First on his list is the quality of airline food. This is solid advice for me as a) airline food is scarce these days and b) the cheese and cracker snacks you can now buy on some flights are things I could find at my house on a regular basis!
Mom being in the hospital for minor surgery didn’t stop family holiday tradition. No. Daddy rose to the occasion. Daddy who was always dressed as immaculately as a POTUS dressed me (stars and plaid???), curled my hair (whose hat is that???), and delivered me to a Santa that looks as happy I do.
That photo records me as miserable and unmatched as Ruth Buzzi’s dowdy old woman! Maybe Daddy, who was always encouraging me to laugh as a child, was suggesting future characters for me???
A sorority sister with whom I have been trading birthday dinners for years (it’s a reciprocity thing) had a birthday in July. I treated her to Salut Bistro at Prospect Place, Little Rock. I wanted to try something different. I opted for the chicken cannelloni topped with fried spinach. Delicious, but who would have thought…
