Behold, the new Much Review About Nothing!
Somehow, without really meaning to, I ended up with an insanely busy schedule this summer.
When I was a kid, my extended family spent a week most summers at a charming little beachfront motel on Anna Maria Island on the Gulf of Mexico.
I generally pride myself on balancing work responsibilities with my private life (including this blog), but I’ve been doing more freelancing lately, and the job I’m working on right now has completely overwhelmed me.
There’s little to do in the hazy period between summer and autumn.
My big (secret) project this summer was preparing to audition for one of the better amateur choirs in the city.
I won’t be writing much, if at all, this weekend because Sean and I are playing host to his niece Brooke, who is visiting New York for her sixteenth birthday.
Well, May has nearly gone, and I’ve got only three posts to show for it, and I’m not happy about that, so here’s an explanation:
For the past few years, I’ve tried to find a liturgically appropriate, musically outstanding concert to attend on Easter weekend.
Yesterday I became a first cousin, once removed, to a newborn baby boy.