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in the grip

February 9, 2015

3:56am, sweatered on the couch with the green blanket tucked around my legs. I can’t see them, but I am aware physically and psychologically that I have good, warm slippers on my feet, and that they are a deep, warm pink. In a moment I will pull the reliable stapler out of my purse, turn […]

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Winter Solstice, 2012

December 21, 2012

I woke in my bed this morning at 6:15, just in time to feel something shift. Winter solstice dawns today with fine fine snowfall out of white into white.¬† Even the trees are disappearing¬† – their branches look like fine pencil lines now.¬† I’m watching the snow fall, listening to the incredible Mychael Danna soundtrack […]

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Sunday Morning

November 25, 2012

While Barak Obama was aging rapidly in the effort to deflect the great toxic nastiness of the 2012 US election and (hopefully!) emerge as President with some vestiges of grace, I was building, making, taking apart and putting together, writing and re-writing new art equations in my studio. Through Hurricane Sandy and my dad’s 80th […]

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