Monday, September 14, 2015
5776! Although things around the world are dismal (or apocalytpic, depending on your lens), New Years Days are useful and significant props--mostly for feeling hopeful. We hope for a year of health and happiness and personal transformation, knowing the year starts tomorrow, which means we could really wish that for ourselves on any day of the year, starting tomorrow.
Friday, August 28, 2015
--> The gesture was much too grand and flamboyant for me to retract, to simply fold oneself up, origami-style, and pretend to be a quieter woman with blonde hair who suffers migraines elegantly and barely speaks. A breathetarian who leaves half a piece of toast on the counter because she forgets about it (air signs). It was too late to “take two.” Staring in the three-way mirror, I realized how grossly I had miscalculated the romance.
Friday, February 6, 2015
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
A domestic fox--one I could take for walks in the snow. I dream of this. Once, a baby fox approached me in the woods. It was summertime in Saratoga Springs, and I knew my encounter was good luck, if not love. At dinner, someone official stood up and warned the artists, 'Beware of the rabid fox in the woods. It's crazy.'
Friday, August 15, 2014
Her followers fashioned a crib made of wood, gold, and baby blue satin. Toy shops were filled with “Joanna Southcott’s Cradles” draped in pink calico with silver lace trim, holding a tiny doll inside. The devout sent elaborate gifts, including “laced caps” and “a mohair mantle.” Less affluent members sent a pin cushion, a comb, two roses. Thousands of converts joined the movement in what would become the sect’s final year.