Tag: women
group name: psvsm
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December 13, 2007 06:34 AM EST --
The green glass ball was the size of a very large grapefruit. It was an odd, sort of warm shade of green with hints of gold and surprisingly heavy, which implies a certain robust quality that may help . . . more
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October 20, 2007 02:26 PM EDT --
The large pink envelope arrived in today's mail. I knew it was a birthday card from my mother. It is part of the ritual, these small gestures that she has always done, her way of showing affection. . . . more
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January 27, 2008 11:18 AM EST --
It's not like I've sailed through life being untouched by death. My husband died at the relatively youthful age of 52. I was 10 years younger and had left him years earlier. He was also the father . . . more
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March 02, 2008 01:02 PM EST --
They came in a plain, small, cardboard box. RG was home when the doorbell rang. The postman handed over the parcel and had him sign for it. Then he called me at the office to tell me it had arrived. I'd . . . more
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July 12, 2008 11:39 AM EDT --
I just spoke to my my friend, Lois Tarlow. Boston Globe art critic, Robert Taylor, wrote an excellent review of her retrospective at the Brockton Museum and I called to congratulate her. We had a long . . . more
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October 19, 2007 08:54 AM EDT --
On my first trip to Vienna and Friedrichshof it had been a lot easier to call attention to myself. All the contacts I had been given in the art world and at the Blue Danube Radio had panned out. I had . . . more
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October 24, 2007 08:14 AM EDT --
I'm sitting at the small, round, wooden table in the guest breakfast room where RG and I used to eat and talk. I'm writing as I wait for lunch at noon. My daughter comes in to sit with me. Her . . . more
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October 31, 2007 07:44 AM EST --
After lunch I go down to the guest room to write. My daughter comes too. We are only there a few minutes when the restorer from Vienna (he's actually German but speaks perfect English with an Austrian . . . more
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July 15, 2008 07:33 AM EDT --
While waiting in the posh lobby of the office building at 99 Bedford Street in downtown Boston to be called in for my first round job interview with the head hunters for the Brockton Museum Directorship, . . . more
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August 03, 2008 05:50 PM EDT --
My friend Robin was expected for dinner. I got home from work and decided to go running to relax a bit before tackling cooking. I asked my daughter, if she wanted to come with me.
"No thanks, . . . more
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March 30, 2008 12:27 PM EST --
Today Ron, newly married Ron, stopped by to visit me at the office and suggested we get together next week when his wife Pamela is out of town. I had to laugh. It was fine when we would go out occasionally . . . more
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April 08, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
More to write about Easter. RG arrived, hung over, about mid-morning. I had planned a traditional dinner and wanted to have asparagus with the ham. He was supposed to get some. On his way to the party . . . more
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April 29, 2008 07:47 AM EDT --
Clint Eastwood, newly elected Mayor of Carmel California (this was written in 1986), another gun toting, cowboy, actor, engaged in running our country. In my last conversation with Teresa we discussed . . . more
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October 05, 2007 08:36 AM EDT --
Every day, so hectic, chaos has become the most commonly used word in all my journal writing. Work, my job alone, given nothing else, would be enough to keep two people busy working round the clock. . . . more
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April 14, 2008 07:05 PM EDT --
After a very short night I find myself sitting in my office waiting for RW (Mr. Money Bags) to pick me up. I promised him I'd take him to visit Robin's studio. RW does collect art, not as an intellectual . . . more
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April 01, 2008 08:26 AM EST --
Never having been an athletic type, being brought up in family where lounging on the deck of a comfortable yacht was about as much "sport" as they engaged in, I came to appreciate the joys of . . . more
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June 30, 2008 06:59 AM EDT --
Losing my sense of equilibrium. I imagine myself moving to Friedrichshof everyday. Sometimes the scenario is good, often it is horrible. I won't make anything of it and I will have lost my identity . . . more
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August 05, 2008 08:05 AM EDT --
By Sunday night, the tensions between my daughter and I have eased. We go running. She gabs easily about nothing in particular as we run along. I know she forces herself to slow down to be able to run . . . more
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July 06, 2008 11:10 AM EDT --
Daylight savings time kicked in this Sunday morning. It's now 3:45 pm. The day is whipping by. I woke up in Gloucester with Bill. There's a thick fog shrouding the house. Abbi and Teresa . . . more
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March 23, 2008 12:24 PM EST --
An intense discussion with RG tonight over dinner. An article in the weekly BOSTON PHOENIX about performance Art was the trigger. The article defined what it is, what it isn't, who is doing it and . . . more
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