My turn to take a bite

It has been an insane few weeks. I went from dizzily unemployed to thoroughly employed in the span of one week, and threw a move to New York into the same mix for fun. I said it ages ago as a joke, in passing really, nothing to be considered beyond "that would be something", and yet it is now reality: "I'll work in the arts again, if it's the Met." Those fates, they do know how to work an IF like nobody else. I am living off the endless love and generosity of first and soon again no doubt my cousins (Christine, Matt and baby Molly - Park Slope, Brooklyn yo!) and now Deirdre and George (viva Hoboken!). I am humbled by how openly they have all accepted me, loved me, encouraged me, and I write only of my NYC patrons. My family and friends are just as amazing, chock full of encouragement and interest and unfailing faith. I miss my mom and dad dearly, for they were my constant companions and champions in the last six months. My sister is my lifeline, just hearing her voice makes me feel more sane and settled. I spoke to Tommy today while walking aimlessly around Columbus Circle and again the love came through the atmosphere and into my heart. I feel it from San Diego, and if I can just get my mermaid's tail a permanent place to splash I'll be set.

The photo: Monday night Lincoln Center had its official tree lighting ceremony and I got to watch from the Grand Tier of the Met. Happy Holidaze!!!