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Darth Vader and the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra

For those of you who don’t already know this, I’m a classically trained musician.

Despite my classical training and despite having lived an hour from St. Louis for eighteen years of my life, I had never seen the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra perform in Powell Symphony Hall. There’s a first for everything, and this weekend I experienced [...]

Smalltowngirl's Worst Date Ever

Online dating was a brilliant way to meet new people and explore a new city when I moved to New York. For the most part I was successful with it, but nothing in life is 100% wonderful all of the time.

This guy’s online profile talked about his love for music and the arts, but my hopes [...]

Picking Up Men in Small Town Missouri

Flying solo in Southeast Missouri can drive a girl to desperate measures. That’s why I was so surprised, when, as I nosed through the tiny village of Caledonia, Missouri, I came eye to eye with this handsome man.

Hansome Man, photo by smalltowngirl

Oh, that thin little tie! Oh, that bright white smile! Oh, those dimples! And [...]

The New York Minute

I used to listen to The Eagles often.

The lyrics of the last stanza of the song, “New York Minute” say,

What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
The days were so much brighter
In the time when she was here
But I know there’s somebody somewhere
Make these dark clouds disappear
Until that day, I have to believe
I believe, I [...]

Too Many Tears for Chinese New Year

I sat with Jeff on a park bench in Chinatown watching teenagers in t-shirts toss a football to one another. It was nearly fifty degrees today after weeks of temperatures that hovered around zero, so warm sunshine and the lunar new year brought a sense of lightness to the park around us.

My hope when he invited [...]

Breaking Things to Fix Them

We began talking. I apologized for snapping at you during brunch. You accepted my apology. Things seemed okay, but I had a lot on my mind. We were sitting on the white couch, and you reached out for me. I needed to talk, not to be held. Even now, when you aren’t here to hold me, [...]