Instead of recapping the week, let’s revisit the entire month of August, as it was too lush to leave without notice. The fact that it’s already September is incontrovertible, but that doesn’t make it any less depressing. For now though, a look back at the month where I began, and everything that led up to this moment.
August marked one of my first trips to Provincetown, and Shirley Horn put a capital ‘F’ in it.
August is also the personification of summer.
And birthday plans come to life.
And birthday suits.
August is Broadway.
August can be a dead bunny.
Sometimes August is about being an outsider.
Sometimes it’s about being scared.
And sometimes it’s about being a kid again.
August is about smelling good.
This August was certainly about the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge.
And after all this, I can’t wait to see what September brings.Back to Blog