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Tag: Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl
I *am* a miracle. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it).
I don’t think I’m particularly remarkable though. We are all the product of various circumstances that have felled lesser wo/men. Everyone is their own miracle.
The Common Denominator
I’m surprised you’re not married. And no children? Wow. He sighs and gives me an approving once over. The obvious attraction bores me. First of all it's old--15 years of this conversation and your balls remain so shriveled that you cannot act on it? Boy, bye. I am tired of being interesting and beautiful; not [...]
21 Things I Wish I Could Tell My TwentySomething Self
I make lists. It's what I do. I also take unsmiling pictures of myself. Shoot me. I write a lot more journal-y stuff than poetry. But trust me: I'm a poet. I have the binders. A degree. The tortured soul to prove it. But back to this thing about lists. I often think of young [...]
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 35 If you've ever checked out my Monthly Meter on here, you will see my stops and starts--lurching then full speed to a putt-putt and altogether stop. 35 was one of those times. I point you to a post I wrote almost exactly a [...]
What is in the marrow is hard to take from the bone.
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 34 When I headed to St. Louis for a 2 week writing workshop, I had not written anything new in, probably, a year. Acclimating to Baltimore, my new job were useful excuses for my "silence." I was headed to Africa to teach when [...]
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 33 I was an awkward but active kid. I tumbled across out living room floor, flipped on the bar in our closet, broke more pairs of glasses than my parents probably care to remember rolling down the hill outside our elementary school after the [...]
A Dream Deferred
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 32 Colon was not my first attempt to begin the filling of my passport pages (twice). It was just the first attempt that succeeded. In my last year of college, graduate school was the option behind the paperwork that littered my desk— applications to [...]
Fresh Out of Words
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 31 When the things I wrote depressed me more than the things I wrote about, I stopped writing. To call it writer's block would be inaccurate--I had plenty to say. But it seemed to all be the same words; remix after remix after remix of [...]
Searching for Colon
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 30 My trip to Ciudad Colon Costa Rica was my first trip abroad. I was in residence at an artists' colony for two weeks. The trip met all the criteria of a first trip: foreign and scary bugs, the airport pimp, the angel cabbie [...]