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my short skirt and embarassing assumptions
The other day a woman at my daughter’s school was telling me about the book I am an Emotional Creature: The Secret Life of Girls Around the World by Eve Ensler. She told me she wanted to loan it me and thought I would enjoy it. She told me one particular part of it reminded…
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The Purest Thing in the Universe [LOVE]
“Somehow there’s no more darkness left at all. I’ve soaked up sunlight through a thousand wounds, and now this whiteness that I cloak you in you won’t find even in the Alps: this wind whirls also there on high and stains the snow. Even white roses bear a hint of dust. The ultimate miracle is…
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The Love of One's Own Reflection
“Blue Mood” self-portrait When I was a young girl, I looked in the mirror constantly. My dad and stepmother teased me endlessly about my fascination with my own face. My desire to gaze at myself was clearly uncomfortable to them. Once I reached adolescence, my innocent fascination was replaced by self-criticism. I picked my face…
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Dreams for Illustration Friday
My dreams are coming true. I am moving out of isolation and darkness into a time of vibrant color, playful soul union and peaceful connectedness. I am very blessed.
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Technology for Photo Friday
The Old Ways Meet Silicon Valley Computerized drops of water play the drums in the courtyard at Cedar River Watershed Education Center in Washington State. Here’s a blurb from their website: “The Seattle Arts Commission, through the 1% for Art Fund, commissioned local artist, Dan Corson, to create art that highlights water in our environment….
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stop pretending | use your blade
“Mom, why don’t you talk to John anymore? “Because he’s not my friend, Gigi. He lied to me about something really important. He’s not in my life.” “Well, I want him in my life. I’m gonna call him when I get my own phone. Please tell me you didn’t delete his number.” “Okay, I won’t…
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