(source of this adorable image. Watch the short here) Say, did I ever tell you about the time I decided to break up with Mr. Jaunty? Nope. Didn’t tell him, either. (Surprise, honey!) This was years ago; we were both in college, busy, overstretched, and poor. His imperfections were driving me up the wall, and […]
Ms. Mama knitted me a shrug. I asked Mr. Jaunty to snap a few quick pictures of me trying on the shrug, so my mother could see how it fit. Observe that I was standing in front of not one, not two, but THREE photographs of myself. I take the blame for framing and hanging […]
At first, I mis-typed this title “Three from the Archies.” But no, I’m not so cruel as to subject you to the Archies. ***1. Sunday, September 24, 2006: It was a rough week for Miss Beck. Monday, I was struck by a sudden, penetrating loneliness. I’m not a person who ever gets lonely, so […]
So! Married now! Perhaps you’d like to see photographic evidence? You can see a whole passel (yes, an entire passel!) of our wedding photos over at the Life Long Studios blog. Leave a comment there, or here, or both— because Jaunty Dame has been stagnant far too long, people. It’s time to get this [introverted, […]
(Image source) uxorious bathetic homiletic explication de mortuis nil nisi bonum compos mentis stultifying sine qua non exegesis interstices mise en scene superannuated This list could also be titled “Words I Look Up Every Six Months, Dagnabbit” or “Words One Never Uses as an Elementary School Teacher.” Can you use them all in one cohesive […]
When I was young (and men were men, etc. etc.), my family would sometimes pose silly, hypothetical questions to each other: if you were a Beatle, which would you be? If we believed in arranged marriages, who would you have me marry? Being relentlessly analytical, these questions often led to hour-long discussions of Beatlesy merits, […]
As seen in the opera’s costume garage.
Once upon a time, I was a cute li’l baby: As was my boyfriend, Ian: There is no moral to this story. Sometimes a person feels like baby-gazing.
World, my mother has a blog called Shmata Boro where she occasionally shares stories from our lives. She sometimes refers to me there using the cryptic code name “Middle Child.” Before she thinks to mention it, I’d like to come out as a [notorious] former bed-wetter, nose-picker, tattle-tale, and cry-baby. It is also true that […]
(All images used with permission. Photography by Mike Groves.) You may remember me. Short hair, bumpy face, vacant stare, used to blog occasionally? Sounding familiar? Things got a little messy in February. See, my boyfriend directs the university opera, and this year’s production was Strauss’ Die Fledermaus. The stage manager had to back out at […]