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Dreams
I dreamt I fixed a friendship. We compared songs that we'd written and I explained about a song called "Friends" (though in reality it is called Stay my Friend). We were soon giggling and comfortable together like we used to be ( Read more... ) -
UM....two weeks later, (almost)
The exhibition went really well. There was a writer/journalist who came to talk to us, but he only wrote about Noosh and Jazzy's piece. We are all OK with it, but it was very noticeable. My theory is that he had a notion in his head already, about what he wanted to write, and so he only used the parts that worked with his story ( Read more... ) -
May 25, 2016 Wednesday
I am in Neuenhaus, Germany. I installed a video recording in the Kunstverein here and the opening was two days ago. I am here with Jasmine, Nooshin, Chris and John. Several, many, numerous things have happened and I am afraid I will forget them. So I will try to cover as many as I can here ( Read more... ) -
Stupid Journal Entry
This was a place to post my life, the boring details, the mundane mutterings. Since I last posted, one of my dearest people left this world. And last year, another one left ( Read more... ) -
Sick little girl
She hasn't eaten for two days. Still has a fever but didn't vomit at all today. Keeping my fingers crossed she wakes up ready to eat something and is feeling better. -
To grad school or not to grad school
I am not sure I want to finish my MFA. I miss being home with the kids right now. I'm also not sure I need to teach anymore... -
One of the best weeks ever
So, Colin stayed home for a week, at my suggestion and it has been great. We got many little projects done and repairs made. He even made the bathroom door shut; after years of hating that door, it kind of freaks me out that it works properly now. I repaired the light switch for the dining room, thank goodness that worked. Our bathroom sink ( Read more... ) -
periodic, infrequent murmurings to myself
So…right. I am so unhappy with my lack of friendship that it is killing me. And I know it's as much my own fault, or completely my own fault as anything else. It is not an exaggeration to say that no one ever calls me. I can remember a phone call from a friend last October. So, once a year, maybe ( Read more... ) -
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A nightmare woke me up. So now I sit and think. A million things are going through my head.
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