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Dec.30.2013
One milligram of melatonin dissolves under my tongue. My mouth tastes of sour grapes, a result of last night's dinner party. Marianne had Will, Heather, Brad and I over for a mini dinner. She held a mini salon in the space off of her kitchen and dining room. The space consisted of a few actor...
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Dec.27.2013
I am reading a book called Unorthodox by Deborah Feldman. It screams of living in this world, being alive and of possessing the gift of truth telling. Always tell it like it is, your experiences in this world. Scream the truth until people stand up and take action. Change is inevitable, even if it...
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Dec.22.2013
I love going to see films when I don’t know the story I am about to view. I found The Butler to be this kind of film. It is a powerful and meaningful work on par with Twelve Years a Slave. The Butler is well-made and deals with important topics everyone can reflect upon. As I watched, I...
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Dec.22.2013
Why Sunday? Sounds vaguely religious. But it is the American end of the week. I tutored from nine thirty a.m. yesterday until two p.m. A long session, but none of my students were nightmares. One student was shocking. A little black ten year old who looked as if his face and hands had the flesh...
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Dec.19.2013
I saw The Invisible Woman by Ralph Fiennes Monday night. The film is about Charles Dickens; played by Fiennes, and his young lover Nelly; played by Felicity Jones. Dickens meets Nelly during the height of his career. The film highlights what options there were for ladies of that time. Nelly’s...
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Dec.18.2013
6:19 a.m. I went to that writing MFA residency for ten days and as a result wrote nothing. There was no time to write really. Next time I have booked to stay in a sublet right there at Venice Beach, so I won’t be driving far back and forth, can go home and unwind and write, wake up and write. As I...
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Dec.16.2013
I walked my lake. Felt so good. I’ve been dying to put words down on paper, feel the keys indent as I unload every thought onto my computer. Woke up with the same migraine I fell asleep with last night. Didn’t bother me while I moved. More so just sitting now. Feel I’ve deserved the morning mocha....
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Dec.09.2013
On the first night, the cute Midwestern girl Patrice, mentioned being in between hotels. Being ever my father’s child and an L.A. native, I offered my spare room for the time of this residency. Also, a little lady who reminds me of my and my husband’s mothers, but who is a decade shy of their ages...
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Dec.09.2013
Thursday night I began my first semester ten-day residency at the private school over the hill in Culver City. I’ll call it Social Justice is Us! We new students sat around a giant circle of wheeled together tables in a large room with dividers removed, so that we could all be in the same space....
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Dec.03.2013
I don’t know if it is obvious to my readers, but I am someone who thrives best with a routine. This week I am subbing for my old school, so my routine is off. Three days this week I am at Holier Than Thou, and on Thursday am at New Jew for a day, all in an effort to not suck off of the system and...
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Dec.01.2013
We walked into I Hate Turkey Fest number twenty-one. Wayland has been hosting this event for that many consecutive years. It occurs the Saturday after Thanksgiving so we high school buddies can get together and mingle. It is his holiday party for all, very laid back and low-key, potluck always. I...
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Nov.30.2013
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Back when I was super poor and living in a bungalow in Hollywood, a craigslist friend and I found our way into a Saturday sample sale. I became friendly with a couple who invited me to come to back the Friday sale in their showroom. For me a tradition was born. I could whip through the sale and for...
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Nov.28.2013
Karma has had a surge in energy as of late that makes me happy for him. He is my thirteen-year old fur baby, my oldest child. It makes me happy to no end that he willingly barks at me to go out, wants to dawdle and smell everything on the ground while just being his observo dog self. In this mode...
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Nov.27.2013
If I’m going through this, someone else has, will, or is. Someone else has or will have a similar experience. My putting it all out there is my truth telling, and hopefully others who’ve experienced similar situations feel less alone when they read my very honest outpourings. An interesting thing...
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Nov.26.2013
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One fabulous thing about my husband is he knows me. He knows me in a deep way, even when he does not, because I have always been a writer. I introduced anyone I wanted a life long relationship with or not to my writing. Brutal honesty is just a flick of a monitor or page away, should you care to...
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