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Mar.07.2011
From the time I was a young child, I heard my mother talk about England and the "Queen," but I really didn't know much about England until the evening of February 9, 1964. That was when everything changed.
On Sunday, February 9, 1964, the Beatles arrived right in our den of the flat we...
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Jul.29.2010
I wanted to manufacture a memory knit with organic yarns of kid mohair, boucle, alpaca in colours like blue sky, mulberry, ecru, lime knubbly and pathological wrought with nostalgia and wrung through time’s dryer waving and flapping cobblestones and chimney path in the tired hours when your eyes...
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Jul.29.2010
South-central Los Angeles, 1954. I must have been less than three years old.
White sidewalk. White houses. High green trees. Higher white hot summer sky. “Mike? Mike? Where are you, Mike?”I don’t know how to tell Mom where I am. I don’t know where she is. I do not seem to care.
I am on the white...
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Jul.29.2010
I’ve heard it said that babies have memories of the time in the womb, or the moment of birth. I guess I have a deficient memory gene, because as hard as I try, I don’t recall, and as the first person in my family to be born in a hospital, it would be nice if I could. I also don’t recall learning...
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