Six Generations of First Born Women

Delta Flight 84, Boston to Atlanta, RG got up early this a.m. to come with me. We've been in a lot of airports together: Boston, Pittsburgh, Denver, Cody Wyoming, Vienna, Frankfort, Heathrow, Paris, Zurich, then me alone in Newark, JFK, Chicago, La Guardia, Washington DC, soon to be Atlanta and... Sign in to see full entry.

It's 6 p.m. and I just left Frank's office in downtown Boston. He's working on my will. A trusted lawyer and true friend, I always turn to him when legal advice is needed. It's strange trying to propel myself forward in time, thinking about how things will be after my death. I'm completely detached... Sign in to see full entry.

(This was originally written in January, 1986 - it is part of my on going memoir in this blog) Yesterday, an American tragedy done in a typically American way, made public, broadcast over the TV, viewed by the entire world. A few seconds after take off, the space shuttle Challenger exploded, like a... Sign in to see full entry.

Just returned from spending four hours in Robin's studio. It was my first visit since I made my ill received "cute sculpture" remark. It's hard for me to describe what exactly is going on there (which means that it is probably "Art" with a big "A" rather than aesthetic or not so aesthetic objects).... Sign in to see full entry.

RG came stumbling out of the customs door, lugging tons of stuff, looking slightly dazed. His plane was over an hour late. I walk over to him. He drops everything at his feet and wraps his arms around me. Getting reacquainted. We gather up the gear and hustle outside to catch a cab to Cambridge. He... Sign in to see full entry.