Ragtime Espresso

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Tap shoes stomp down a carpeted wooden staircase, while simultaneously a static television and shower turn on, followed by the singular click of a turning lock and the amplified hum of florescent lights. These are an espresso instrument's notes. The melody complete, a creamy and chocolatey, softly bitter molasses remains. I comb its surface with smoothly steamed milk and fanciful designs. I've had over 1,500 hours of practice with this tune in the past 10 months, but the music's nuance still awes me.

My Casserole Life

I am a creative junkie.

I'm a journal writer, an artist, a swing dancer and collector of corks. I fold cranes obsessively and store them in abnormally shaped jars, I adore the patterns at Sal's Boutique and draw trees almost as much as I seek out delectable meals. I collect people's stories, absorb white noise on subways and have developed skills in latte art. I attend lectures, plays, the ballet, improv shows and make jewelry out of recycled materials; meanwhile I'm baking gluten free and gluten full, singing jazz standards and airbrush face painting elaborate works of art on screaming children. I'm a New Yorker with a never ending itch to travel, I'm a young woman with an extra dose of helpless romanticism.

This blog is a big unpredictable work of thoughts: welcome to my life.