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Crochet
A friend breathed patience
across my knuckles until
tension turned beauty.
I used to suck my thumb, as a child, and gently tug at or sniff my favorite blanket. It was a green, yellow, and white crocheted lovey, made by my grandmother before anyone could guess at my gender and prescribe a favored color. I carried it everywhere.
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50 Subjects I'm Still Figuring Out
#50 - I want to release 50 hang-ups (or accept them or ponder them until it's time to move on. it's a free-form kinda thing).
So for #50, I will start with something easy-- leave my Mom or motherhood or rape trauma or things like that for later, out of fear I will inadvertently stall my efforts-- and work out where I stand.
50. Hmm. Clothes.
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If I Cringe Too Hard Now, I'll Pull a Muscle
A couple of years ago, I decided to come back to this blog. I looked at some of my earlier entries and was filled with a self-consciousness that bordered self-loathing without ever making it all the way there. God, how dramatic did I come off? Man, who cares. Why would people want to read this? Look how terrible the writing was. I was mean. ( Read more... ) -
Charmed, I'm Sure
I live in Los Angeles ( Read more... ) -
Truth Serum
My grandfather survived the Great Depression ( Read more... ) -
Everyone Old is New Again
The other day, in line at Disneyland, Wee-Man turned to me with a studious expression and asked, "Mommy, is Tim Curry Indian? or Asian?" I smiled at him and cocked an eyebrow. He continued, "Well then, why is his last name Curry ( Read more... ) -
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I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't want to talk about it anymore ( Read more... ) -
Laura, I love you forever.
Hello again ( Read more... ) -
It's always Christmas at the Alamo
San Antonio ( Read more... ) -
Letters To Ghosts
It's 12:32 am in Tucson at a familiar motel near the airport. We've done this stretch of highway before ( Read more... )