Six Generations of First Born Women

I'm reading the catalogue from the recent Jonathan Borofsky exhibit at the MFA. My assistant Deb gave it to me as a Christmas gift. She was impressed with his work. So am I. He makes me think of the diarist Arthur Inman in his style and manner of presentation. A quote from the catalogue that hit... Sign in to see full entry.

The intensity of my desire to move to Friedrichshof haunts my dream life as well as my waking hours. In this one I have arrived there and immediately slip into daily life. I'm housed with the children, sleeping in a room crowded with army style cots. Evidently there is an international childrens... Sign in to see full entry.

Bill calls. He rarely calls on the weekends because he knows I'm usually busy. We don't discuss my weekend activities. He has my patent leather shoes. They must've fallen out of my bag when we returned on New Years. He wants to bring them by. Ordinarily, RG and I would still be in bed at this hour... Sign in to see full entry.

Last night, in the midst of writing, all the lights went out. We were in total darkness, all of Wrentham Street and as far as I could see from the windows upstairs. Erika was sleeping. She'd gotten caught in a heavy rain storm on the way home from school, got soaked, had a headache, and went to bed.... Sign in to see full entry.

It was after midnight when Bill and I got back from Stockbridge. I went running anyway. He went home to Gloucester. I often feel smothered by his love. When I run, RG appears by my side like a spector. I have intense recollections of our conversations and past circumstances, while simultaneously... Sign in to see full entry.