Cathy Rubin

I was instructed to return to the tables and insert the form into the machine. In broad daylight. After the machine reported I skipped some circles, and I approved it nonetheless, there was a little button to push. As anti-climactic a vote as I’ve ever made.

While the brassiere bedlam hasn’t elicited much more than a big whoop for me, I have now found a new activity for the times I am not checking email, Twitter, texts, Facebook and Slack. How many ways am I able to categorize my life in images? And is it accurate?

At an artist colony, Casey pointed out Greg to a friend saying, “I’m going to marry him.”

At an artist colony, Casey pointed out Greg to a friend saying, “I’m going to marry him.”

Although Samantha and Amy weren’t pondering the metamorphosis of their friendship, other people were. “Oh, my gosh, will you just date already?” was not an uncommon sentiment.

Neither was looking for a relationship, but neither wanted to date anyone else after their first date, either.

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Gray matter

Tucked inside my Welcome Back Kotter album case were the go-tos: It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown; Six Magical Folk Tales; and of course, Free to Be . . . You and Me.

Kensington High School for the Creative and Performing Arts named in top 10 green buildings by A.I.A.