This story’s protagonist, is a citizen of Brooklyn in present time. The world’s economy is still in a shambles, America has elected a new/old president (sigh of relief), and New York City struggling with recovering from Hurricane Sandy, is expecting a Nor’Easter. Our hero has a fairly new job. One that sounded very promising. The …
Today Is Collection Day.
Those were Bibo’s words over breakfast this morning. What a smart girl she is! Election. Collection. Both words share the same root. Read more here. A fascinating blog. You knew already that I am weird – so why exactly are you surprised? As for the election, I did not vote. Because I can’t. I am …
Sandy.
Major force was required to get me back to Villa BucaBuca. The. Worst. Pun. Ever. I know. My apologies. It’s what I do best in light of horrible situations. The most important thing is that Bibo and I and everyone we know and have been able to get in touch with is safe. There …
Flushed.
In July of 2008, right around the time Bibo was the size of a pea and I was still completely oblivious to her existence, I had enrolled in a week-long jewelry making course at the Jewelry Arts Institute. I left with two fine pieces of jewelry crafted by my very own hands, a pendant, and …
