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Apr.13.2012
The summer of 1995 my husband dropped me off at camp, leaving me to my own devices far removed from the real world as I knew it. That's how I felt as I waved him goodbye standing in front of the white painted wooden barracks at Fort Worden.  From an article in Poets & Writers I had...
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Nov.25.2011
Shelf without
My friend Anastasia Ashman has made use of Storify to deconstruct the logo of Global Niche. Great idea, I write to her, I'm going to do the same for the cover of my book Creative Acts of Healing. I head for the shelf in my husband's music room, where I know our photo albums and boxes filled with...
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Sep.30.2011
Relaxed Look
Which is my favorite photo? That's hard to say, the answer changes from moment to moment. I had prepped a certain picture to write about, but I look up, and there's my father in a relaxed pose, his weight on his left leg, he is leaning against a door post, his shirttails out, hands in pants'...
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Sep.23.2011
In February of 1992 I was prepping a lunch break reading in the court yard of U.T. at Austin's School of Architecture. A cultural exchange between Texas and the Netherlands had brought me to U.T. already in 1987. At the time I was working in the multicultural theater world as a designer, dramaturg...
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Sep.15.2011
 You may wish to keep a bunch of freshly harvested garlic bulbs nearby when reading the books recommended by Red Room this week. I'd like to add "The Last Jewish Virgin: A Novel of Fate" by Janice Eidus to the pile. The characters drawn by the author come alive on the page, especially when...
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