Six Generations of First Born Women

Nothing has gone right today. It started this morning, RG was dead, in bed, so sound asleep we had no good-by ritual. The Redline to Park Street was a catastrophe. Busing people from Ashmont to Andrew. Hundreds of commuters stuck on the platform, then stuck on the train. A 45 minute trip to work... Sign in to see full entry.

I got roped into a reception for the Board of Trustees last night. Men with money, detached, mindless chatter. I fish around for something that will prevent me from falling asleep on my feet. I try discussing real estate with a professor from the University of Texas. He's known Tuck, our school... Sign in to see full entry.

An incredible chronicle of one mans life, an eccentric man, a hypochondriac, he struggled to survive. His life-line was his journal. He felt his writing was a significant act. He believed it was, and through the writing he became significant. RG and I read the reviews in the Boston Globe and... Sign in to see full entry.

In order to meet the mortgage payments on this, the first house I've owned completely on my own, and cover all the other expenses of city living, I had to take in roomers. When a lover moves in it's one thing, but with a roomer there's another dynamic, to say the least. My new roomer, Robert... Sign in to see full entry.

Kids can't get into Art school unless they demonstrate that they have some potential, some creative ideas, and have learned how to present their work. I was aware of the tremendous responsibility that I had in my position as Dean of Admissions at the Art Institute to encourage and nurture these... Sign in to see full entry.