Milena Thomas is 27 going on 80, has the mind of a savvy financier, the soul of a wandering gypsy, and a heart of melting ice. Her childhood obsession with never going broke meant turning 15 was the highlight of her life as she was legally employable and has since had at least 2 or 3 jobs, “just in case.”
Milena graduated from the University of Michigan with a degree in Voice Performance and Comparative Literature. As luck would have it, her ability to sing opera in eight different languages, interpret the poetry of Borges, and acumen at fashioning unwieldy Excel spreadsheets landed her a job at a Fortune 500 company on a team of brokers providing financial advice to high net worth private clientele in 2004.
Though she recently left her steady corporate job, she’s not ditching the education and experience. She plans to blend her passions for teaching, performing, and having a secure retirement to carve out a new career.
She teaches out of her home studio and performs regularly throughout the Metro Detroit area with the duo she formed with her husband Michael, En Passant.
Her blog, Shouting to Quiet the Thunder, is about living as a newlywed 20-something surviving her father’s recent death and the Michigan recession economy all while attempting to keep a smile on her face.
Milena Thomas's blog is Shouting to Quiet the Thunder.
At Starbucks, my father would hand me his cup, tell me to pour out almost half of the coffee, replace with cream and then hold the jar of sugar upside down for a slow count of 10. Think about it.
I’ve been asking this question a lot lately. No, it’s not because I’ve embarked on a string of one-night-stands.
The New Yorker has tried to pedantically explain the cover to the public, “We’re mocking the mockers.” Oh wait, forgive me, I didn’t realize the most liberal magazine in the country tried to make an ironic funny. Well, not funny. On so many levels. This requires a numbered list.
A President and his First Lady should be keenly aware of embracing American diversity by respecting individual rights. This is not achieved through policy-making that is limited in scope at best, narrowly focused on singular communities, black or otherwise.
I’m a singer and private voice teacher. I’m a part time grad student. I’m a stay at home wife. I’m a blogger. I love all these activities, but only one pays cold hard cash.
I feel like I’m stepping into a completeness I never imagined I would have. Not because it’s not possible, but because it’s reserved for people a bit more sane than I. More deserving.
I cut back on things I loved doing, and I spent more time away from my new marriage. While I’m proud of all I’ve accomplished, I’m worn thin by a hectic lifestyle. So, thirty days ago I quit.
I was eager to see what would happen. I popped the suggested dosage on my car ride home. However, it seemed something was going horribly wrong. What the hell is this? Speed? I pulled over in panic. What did I do? I scrolled down the label: ”. . .could have adverse side effects. . .” I’m going to die.
If you are anything like me, rising gas prices have made you want to hop on a bike to run errands instead of always relying on a car. Over the years I’ve learned how to have a safe and fun two-wheeled adventure–now you can too.
I’m going to try my hand at defending accusations against Barack Obama. That’s right. The man I’m absolutely not voting for in the upcoming election. Like I’ve been saying a lot lately, I may not like a politician’s policies, but what I dislike more is unsubstantiated sensationalism, which is so much of political media coverage.
