When I hear Amanda's voice on the phone these days, manic, hyper, rambling nonsensically about everything but her dying mother, raving about how she can't feel her hands, and mushrooms she didn't eat and on the verge of tears about ants taking over her apartment, I think: I know that place ( Read more... )

If I were home we would have cleaned all day. My father and I would have passed things down from the attack, to Naomi, Josh, and Tali who would have run them down the stairs and stacked the boxes against the wall while my mother directed and rearranged. We would have unpacked them until it begun to get late -then my father would have looked at his ( Read more... )

It's gray here today. Everything about it is gray, gray buildings, gray streets, gray sky, gray people. The only thing not gray here are the flowers which have already come into bloom, boasting loud bursts of color amidst the otherwise gray everything -that and my teal and gold sarong and red umbrella and sandals with the beads, as if dressing like ( Read more... )

Assignment for Journalism:

Write a two page not necessarily newsworthy story from the "I" perspective. Your position as story teller should benefit the audience, not because of you objectivity, but because of your personal insight into the characters/situation.

( What better excuse to write about your friends? )

I’m back in DC. I’ve been back, or at least my body has. My mind has been somewhere else entirely, lost in plans that keep hitting walls and bouncing back at me, rather than falling cleanly into operation. Despite repeated attempts to attack one issue at a time, not let them meld into the problem that ate Manhattan, things keep wanting to ( Read more... )

Safe in Atlanta. Four days untill Arkansas. (I miss you Amanda). Glad I'm having my birthday here. Adam's going all out with dinner, he's more excited then I am. We're meeting Ana and Sim at a comedy club tonight to celebrate. Have an awesome break everyone. We'll exchange stories in 10.

( Some Recent Work )

So here are all the categorically “Joanie” thoughts and moments that I have been too involved in to type up the last few weeks. For those of you who live with me, feel free to glaze over this, as you’ve already either heard these stories five times (with the exception of Ana who gets to hear them another set of times when I’m on the telephone) or ( Read more... )

A man my father's age approached me at my gallery's opening a week ago, and through polite conversation learned that I could speak Hebrew near fluently. Delighted to find someone who could share his language, we chatted superficially about school and the art exhibit, and more seriously about his mother who had past away a few days prior, and his ( Read more... )

Dear President Trachtenberg ( Read more... )