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 »

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 »

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. 

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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.

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The boy has a lovely laugh; mine has been described by… Read full post »