Dilettante, gadabout, ne'er do well, etc…
Inspiring Beauty: 50 Years of Ebony Fashion Fair explores the history of the charity fashion spectacle produced by Eunice W. Johnson that redefined the concepts of beauty, style, and empowerment for African Americans.
It’s been 7 years since my first round of cancer treatments was finished, my cancer-versary. It only sort of counts since I did have to go back for a second set of treatments for another site, but that gets its own cancer-versary… mostly because I enjoy celebrating things.
There is no easy way to convey how on our guard or walking on eggshells some people of color (especially QPoC) are in predominantly white spaces.
Have been seeing “…being offended is pointless” and similar sentiments lately, usually when being told “there are more important things to worry about”, and I disagree.
Tried a new place for brunch a few weekends ago, Ghibellina on 14th St NW. Had a lovely shrimp and polenta dish and overall enjoyed the experience. Would definitely head back for another visit.
I often wonder about participating in races, like a 5k or a half marathon. But I rarely realize that sometimes I do the equivalent of it just walking around the city on the weekend!
It finally happened… again. I got on the wrong metro train this morning. I haven’t done that while commuting in DC for at least 15 years. This is both hilarious and mortifying.
I treasure my telework days, not just for being away from the office, but also getting to enjoy the best parts of the morning without feeling cooped up inside a windowless office building. I often wonder if having two telework days a week would spoil me…
Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrors at the Hirshhorn was the hottest art ticket in town and after weeks of trying, I finally managed to snag some passes.
About the only good thing to emerge from the 1992 film Mo’ Money was its Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis produced soundtrack.
Is it me, or does this progression of spam comments submitted to my blog sound like a set of dating site messages gone very wrong?
This wasn’t one of my worst ideas, but I have a sneaky suspicion I’m going to be overrun with bell pepper plants in a few weeks!
“I was doing so well until the rains came…” sounds more like the start of a Young Adult genre novel than a commentary on my current mood, but it’s true.
In an era torn by partisan division and “fake news,” the Washington Antiquarian Book Fair is offering a welcome antidote: its 42nd annual celebration of books, knowledge and learning, April 28-29, 2017, in the heart of our nation’s capital.
A very fluid weekend, all told. From a chilly rainy Friday to playing around with spirits and infusions throughout the weekend. Spring is making itself known and with nicer weather comes cocktail time!
