If I Should Die Before I Sleep….

10.27.2011

Actually, just thinking about having the last word–my imagination goes into overdrive.

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Fire and Rain, the book

10.24.2011

It offers, at least in my mind, the sound track to my personal history back in the day, and for that alone, I can’t stop reading.

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What Happens After Tomorrow? Imagining My Future

10.17.2011

Best case scenario: I maintain all my marbles (yes, this is the term we use in my family)I can remain in my home with a modicum of help….Perhaps, living as I do in the suburbs, I’ll shrivel up from loneliness and no one will ever know that I’ve taken to eating cat food.

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When I’m An Old Woman…

10.10.2011

I don’t begrudge other women the opportunity to band together and howl at the proverbial moon in such a way; I just don’t want to look so silly myself.

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What To Do With That Stuff We No Longer Need…

10.03.2011

But for the life of me, now that I’m finished with periods, I can’t decide what to do with my leftover tampons.

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Writing As Process & the Process of Writing

09.29.2011

It’s a trap, this process-product dichotomy, and it’s a habit, a knee-jerk habit that’s been so ingrained we slide into it without thinking

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What Happens After Tomorrow? Planning for the Unplannable

09.19.2011

Some years passed and with time and age, my mother’s feelings about her financial security changed as well. She started to keep things close to her, to not want to throw away cracked cups and shirts that were somewhat shabby.

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Try to Remember a Time in September…

09.14.2011

It’s 1968 and H and I have just married.  We go almost straight from our wedding to Seven Springs, Pennsylvania, a resort where we will be part of the first (and I believe last!) summer stock company.

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September 11, 2001, and other such things

09.08.2011

…we would say lengthy goodbyes at my house, so afraid were we that tomorrow would be obliterated by the Russians tonight. Mostly, as I recall, we worried that we would die virgins.

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Broken Shoulder: Week Four

08.28.2011

A milestone: I was able to put on my bra myself for the first time the other day.  Before then, I either went without  (not real attractive) or stood with my back facing D. in a mute appeal to be fastened. A setback: My euphoria over the bra independence was squashed when I couldn’t get [...]

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