Tag: memories
member name: Pina M.
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October 21, 2006 10:33 PM EDT --
When I was 18 or 19, I had great plans for my life. I was in college studying abstract painting when this brilliant thought came to my mind one day while I was working in the studio, carefully applying . . .
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November 10, 2006 09:43 PM EST --
PART III
When I first moved back to New York the summer of 1977 and after I had settled into the apartment I shared on 103 street, I was pretty much consumed by two things: finding a job . . .
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October 11, 2006 10:38 PM EDT --
THE DANCER
For Wendy S., on Gather, whose story about a homeless man inspired me to write this.
I was living in Hotel Bretton Hall, an old hotel located on the corners of 86<sup>th</sup> . . .
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October 22, 2006 05:08 PM EDT --
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Before I careened into my marital fantasies, I continued my artistic pursuits, even though some plans I had were discarded in favor of the practicalities . . .
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December 02, 2006 01:03 AM EST --
REQUIEM FOR DINERO BOO, THE FINAL EVENING
PART 1
At night, in the distant past of our lives together
You brought me comfort,
Soothing
My loneliness, the bitterness and . . .
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December 02, 2006 09:26 AM EST --
By now, you can pretty much surmise how great a mood I am in this morning. It's 7:40 a.m. and I have had maybe 4 hours of sleep, which is not all that unusual when I am under stress. We have . . .
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January 30, 2007 10:08 PM EST --
I come from two very different lineages of women, of two worlds, two heritages and two visions. Although both of my grandmothers came from the same generation, they couldn't have been more diametrically . . .
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October 08, 2006 06:25 PM EDT --
Our names signify our origins, our ancestry, and our identity. Our name is the first thing someone will learn about us after we meet, after which conclusions are drawn that may or may not be correct. . . .
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April 11, 2007 04:09 PM EDT --
WRITTEN MARCH 16TH..AN INNER DIALOGUE DURING A BAD MONTH IN AN ALREADY BAD YEAR
Evening has faded into night now as I sit listening to the tinkling sound of ice falling against my home . . .
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June 29, 2007 10:24 AM EDT --
On June 21st, 1973, a dismally rainy day, 450 students from the High School of Art and Design walked across the grand stage of New York's Carnegie Hall to receive their diplomas. I was one of . . .
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November 25, 2006 04:39 PM EST --
Where I am From
I came from love, a second marriage of opposites
A love forged in passion and grace,
Entwined in inner sorrows, revealed when I matured
A gentle, . . .
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March 23, 2008 01:18 PM EDT --
ISN'T IT IRONIC?
A Karmic Journey
Of late, my life - such as it is now - is one so filled with the twists and turns of life's irony and Karmic energy I . . .
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September 16, 2006 07:23 PM EDT --
The door on The Writer's Block page is not just any door. On the surface it may be that for some, but it isn't for me. It is the door to my past, to my beginnings and to my childhood and teenage . . .
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September 17, 2006 04:06 PM EDT --
The summer we sold our house in NYC (1973) my parents shuttled me off to live with my older brother, his wife and baby son on the South Jersey Shore while they stayed in the City and packed. My parents . . .
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December 03, 2006 09:56 AM EST --
Morning has come. The sky is clear with some clouds overhead. It looks cold out, and I dread the coming of winter, my least favorite season. Light snow is coming tomorrow, and I will greet it with . . .
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September 22, 2007 12:46 PM EDT --
In 1977/78, right after I lost the job at the lighting firm and started a new job two weeks later at a wing of New York's largest University . . .
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November 03, 2007 08:14 PM EDT --
For 32 1/2 years I have dreaded the day I would turn the proverbial page of my life and finally come "full circle" to meet- head on - the embodiment of all my fears, the age of 52, . . .
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June 03, 2007 09:32 AM EDT --
MEMORIES OF MOM
Today is my mother's 32nd death anniversary. In the motherless daughter's world this somber anniversary would be called Mom's Angel Day. Even though my mother remains a kind . . .
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