As a kid/young teen, I had three pipe dreams. 1. To be a catcher on the NY Mets. 2. To be a professional ballet dancer. 3. To be a glassblower. I knew pretty early on (like, before I was 9) that due to a number of physiological issues, Number 1 was never going to happen. […]
Rose-colored Glass, Cracked – Part 3
(If you haven’t read the two posts leading up to this one, you can do so here and here. If you don’t feel like doing it, here’s the summary: At the age of 42, I got ready to take a week-long intensive glassblowing class at the Pittsburgh Glass Center after having studied and loved glassblowing since I […]
Rose-colored Glass, Part 2
I did not cry. I only teared up once on the car ride…when “Our House” by CSNY came on the iPod, because it’s what I sing Leo at bedtime and he loves it. (Though it hurts my feelings, he likes the CSNY version better than mine. Rotten kid. What does HE know?) Anyhow, it was […]
Rose-colored Glass
“This is gonna be so much FUN!!! It’s gonna be like you’re going to COLLEGE again!” said my best friend. “I KNOW!” I said back. “Except it’s gonna be 10 hours of class a day!” “Oooh, I reeeeaaalllly hope you do a blog post on this,” said my editor at Catonsville Patch. “You KNOW I […]