No Real Plot.

Month: November, 2013

Be the Witch.

My 12-year-old son (semi-)secretly thinks I’m a witch.  Not like Hermione Granger, brilliant and heroic.  But the real kind, wielding dark powers for nefarious ends.  Like banning school-night TV football games, just because I can.

Maybe he’s on to something.

McQueen_19305716591.jpg_article_gallery_slideshow_v2(by Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen)

img-eloisecordanchjpg_211026551962.jpg_article_gallery_slideshow_v2(by Eloise Corr Danch)

Gaultier_18345433938.jpg_article_gallery_slideshow_v2(by Jean Paul Gaultier)

From “Masters of Disguise,” at

Lost October, by the numbers.

I’m in an infographic funk.

IMG_1058Nothing like a glossy, by-the-numbers profile to prove you’re a slouch.

I meant well.  I really did.  Five weeks ago, the October calendar was still a promising open field.  Box after empty white box marched across my iCal screen.  What a month it would be!  I would write regular blog posts.  I would curate a YouTube channel.  I would catch up on my warehoused TED talks.  I would drill through my new-book stack.


I would read and think and create in a snappy, 21st-century, new-media way, all month long.  And I would walk, do yoga, organize my office, master my SLR camera, design a winsome family Christmas card, and archive my children’s art from the past school year.  Plus I would add new dishes to my healthy meal repertoire, which I would serve my sons during peaceful, cultured weekday meals.  Like Tory.

IMG_1059         But October had its own ideas.

easelly_visual-1Snappy graphic, anyway.

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