Six Generations of First Born Women

Robin was supposed to come to dinner at 7:30. At 6:00 the phone rings and he asks if he can come earlier as he was just sitting around twiddling his thumbs. I'd just gotten out of the bath tub after running. He tells me he has some interesting news, he's going to have some of his work in the Stux... Sign in to see full entry.

Rushing to get dressed to meet my ride out to Beverly MA for the assemby to announce the Sholastic Art Awards I helped jury. I had images of some burly, irate father coming after me demanding to know why his kid didn't win an award. In reality, it was all pretty sedate. What a waste of an afternoon.... Sign in to see full entry.

The earsplitting sound of the teenager practicing on his drums across the street jolted me awake. I wasn't sure if the dull ache in my head was the remains of last nights party or the result of the kid's musical talents. As I lay there, trying to get a grip, thoughts of my encounter with Risé... Sign in to see full entry.

When asked if I have any regrets about the life I've chosen and how I've lived it, I always, cavalierly, say "absolutely none!". But the reality is I've chosen to conveniently forget parts of my past. It was in reading the following segment of my journal I realized some moments when honesty... Sign in to see full entry.

RG called me this morning from the main office on Friedrichshof. It was 7 a.m. our time. He was missing me. He didn't say so explicity but I know it's why he called. My writing arrived there the same way I got his here, the first few days he was gone, nothing, then bunches of envelopes, even though... Sign in to see full entry.