January Magic

I used to think January was the grimmest month, fit only to be endured.  But I’ve changed my mind in the last few years.  Now I think of it as crystaline and ripe for adventure.  It’s the perfect time to build a fire in the fireplace and throw a party– draw people out of their caves to experience something wonderful. The Moving Poets had the same idea, because they hosted an intimate evening of art last weekend in a log cabin in the woods in the center of the city. I knew it would be an amazing way to spend an …

The Return of the Moving Poets

  One of my best buddies, Peg, and I go way back as Moving Poets fans.  We were there at their last performance before they moved to Berlin.  We bought the tee shirts.  I’m very careful with that tee shirt.  It’s for special occasions only.  I love it because it fits just right and everywhere I go my shirt is saying  “BE CURIOUS”, the Poets’ mantra.  When we got the news that they were planning a Charlotte performance we rushed to get our tickets.   Last night we sat next to one another in the lovely Blumenthal waiting for the …