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Nov.16.2011
Shooter and the Godess
This is a bit long - take it in doses. I am walking in the rain, rain jacket and hat, shoes getting soaked. The little ginkgo trees line the street like small yellow torches. I am a million miles and time from Cairo. The long commute home efficiently dropping a thick gauze between me and my...
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Nov.06.2011
Rodina and Jana
I spent the morning practicing with the camera and then waiting for my ride to Dalia’s for rehearsal. Two actresses were picking me up, but they had never really been out of their neighborhood and so got very lost. They finally arrived to get me 1 hour late and then it took 2 hours to get the...
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Nov.04.2011
Thursday, I walk Zamalek for almost 3 hours. Mostly exploration, partly a little lost. I try to map out my route, drawing each turn but it is futile. Dark and quiet streets feed into congested strips with restaurants, shops, people preparing for the big holiday - Eid. My landmarks blur. Dalia will...
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Nov.03.2011
I didn't think this trip would happen. It seemed that everything conspired against it, including me - could I meet the challenge, am I shirking my responsibilities? All the possible, need-some-security jobs fell through. I designed my class at the homeless with a flexible schedule (so I didn't...
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Oct.14.2011
After 3 years of procrastinating I finally went to the homeless shelter in our neighborhood and proposed a documentary video class I've always wanted to do. Met with amazing enthusiasm, the director said they could afford a photography class and so my 'Telling Stories with Pictures" class was born...
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May.22.2011
Soggy Shoes
My husband had a meeting of guitar minds. I don't know what it's like, he's there now for his first session. It's at the Puffin Foundation in Teaneck, NJ. Afraid of being home alone due to my (I believe) hormonal crazies and dreary rain, I thought I'd go along, find a coffee shop (please, not...
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Jan.15.2011
Dad in recovery
My father's been ill. It was unexpected, though he's 100. Mostly it was due to bad medicine, hospital-originated infections, that kind of thing. We thought, this is it. He thought, this is it. It wasn't. He rallied and charged into 2011, weakened and bed-ridden, but determined.  My husband's dad...
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Sep.07.2010
Our site
Sunday, September 5, 2010. Stephens State Park, NJ 4:00pm K is chopping all our firewood into kindling. He is a man possessed. Matt, who's about 5 and from the next tent site marches around with a large stick that's smoking at one end. He's being a train.   I am trying to stop planning so much and...
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Aug.31.2010
The Machines
I love rocks. Always have. I live on a cliff overlooking the Lincoln Tunnel and the Empire State Building. Rocks appear in our yard seemingly from nowhere. My house is full of rocks, momentos from video shoots with geologists. I don't necessarily care what type of rock it is. I like the feel of it...
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May.22.2010
So you all probably struggle with this everyday. I have handily avoided it for years. I am inspired, up in the middle of the night or early morning. I write and write. The words flow - I am a genius. And then, and then, I never revisit it again. I have years, decades of beginnings of, middles of,...
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Apr.24.2010
Statue in a Musuem's back hallway. Now there's a story
I just keep thinking, I have no stories to tell. So I used to listen, listen hard and collect other peoples' stories and share them: the woman at the video store who broke up with her high school sweetheart; the cousin's girlfriend who found her sister she never know she had when she was in her 60'...
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Apr.24.2010
Statue in a Musuem's back hallway. Now there's a story
I just keep thinking, I have not stories to tell. So I used to listen, listen hard and collect other peoples' stories and share them: the woman at the video store who broke up with her high school sweetheart; the cousin's girlfriend who found her sister she never know she had when she was in her 60...
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Apr.24.2010
Stature in a Musuem's back hallway. Now there's a story
I just keep thinking, I have not stories to tell. So I used to listen, listen hard and collect other peoples' stories and share them: the woman at the video store who broke up with her high school sweetheart; the cousin's girlfriend who found her sister she never know she had when she was in her 60...
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