Dressing Rooms

Dressing Rooms The first one I remember was at Miss Gavone’s School of Dance on Cleveland Circle in Brookline. It was upstairs on the top floor reached by a narrow wooden staircase (the song from Chorus Line occurs “ Up … Continue reading

The Fruits of Memory

Feeding on the Fruits of Memory I have two friends who can identify ingredients, especially the spices in foods at restaurants. They click their tongues against a mouthful, screw up their eyes and declare red pepper, or wild garlic, or … Continue reading