The Blog of the Dewy Red
- Empress will do nicely.
- Minor goddess in petty pantheon.
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June 19, 2013 04:19PM
you, and seeing your icon on
the OS home page
June 19, 2013 04:14PM
- “Bless. I have no
intention of dating again--I
didn't have a
lot of faith to
August 17, 2010 09:23AM
- “Okay, I can _never_
watch this now. Because
there's simply no
August 13, 2010 10:15AM
- “This almost makes me
wish I understood the first
August 13, 2010 10:08AM
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I used to write here. A lot. And then I stopped.
And then my life changed.
And then I thought I didn't have the damned ID and password for this site any longer.
And then I found that I did have them.
And then I returned. And I have no idea… Read full post »
And who cares? Well, she does, at least at times. The odd other person as well. Very odd.
Months pass. It never seems they should, yet they do. Such a calm thing, time. Completely unperturbed at our concern for it, its going.
My life, as one says dramatically, is c… Read full post »
Well, I'm not, really; meandering implies a much more relaxed existence than has recently been mine. I have been drowning, in a not unpleasant way, in creative commitments, including a new theatre company of which I am a founding member, and a… Read full post »
I have young friends. A few. Some are former students, who will, to me, always be my students in some way, something which they often sense and in which they indulge me. I am invariably maternal toward all of them. Only the boy himself has escaped this, because of the terms… Read full post »
I have been absent for awhile, and much has happened. No-one is waiting for me here, of course; I'm not a syndicated columnist whose absence people would note. But I have missed the OS community, reading and commenting and contributing. And I believe I am ready to contribute again.… Read full post »
In the past month or so, my husband and I have separated/… Read full post »
I am contented. I am exhausted. I am exhilirated. I am heartbroken. I am angry. I am pathetic. I am all these things.
My husband and I have reconciled, with the understanding that we seek a true business relationship, an artistic and material partnership, but no co… Read full post »
I am now in the early stages of a legal separation from my husband, and thus have been a bit scattered and slow, as though I were living underwater. Not in a bad way, really; just in a way that makes me feel as though I were living in another element.… Read full post »
We are now almost two weeks into Lent. Things change slowly for creatures like me, and movement forward is at times imperceptible.
I hope to write more of my New York experience this weekend.
I hope all here are blessed in whatever ways they need to be. Read full post »
I wrote three lines to the boy today, mostly in his language. His tongue has several ways of saying goodbye. I knew I was choosing one that seemed final. I sent him kisses, and told him, simply, goodbye, and that I would always love him.
He responded, again in his own… Read full post »
I am not actually under the impression that anyone out there is waiting with bated breath to hear of my exploits, but I did feel I wanted to say here that my office moved a few days ago, and I am in rehearsals for a play and have had various other… Read full post »
I came back three days ago from a devastatingly hard two weeks of scene work with my acting teacher, and a rich and sweet two weeks with the boy.
I will write. Soon. Read full post »
Sometimes I will open my eyes or turn my head,
and it will hit me quickly and hard, he appears so clearly; as if
my father or someone else long dead had walked into the room, and
smiled at me.
What is it? Shave-and-a-hair-cut, two-bits. Two bits is twenty-five cents in/… Read full post »
I am thinking about this. About opening that door. And the person who will be standing there. And I am thinking about writing about opening that door and beholding the person who will be standing there.
Tonight I will write, I think. Read full post »
Samuel Pepys on marriage:
Christmas Day 1665:
“To church in the morning, and there saw a wedding in the Church, which I have not seen many a day, and the young people so merry one with another, and strange, to see what delight we married have to see these poor fools… Read full post »
If all goes well--and to me that is never just a figure of speech or a convention; I do not expect things to go well, ever--I will see the boy in New York City in three weeks.
The boy has a lovely laugh; mine has been described by… Read full post »