Six Generations of First Born Women

A warm Indian summer afternoon, RG and I are sitting in a cafe in Harvard Square. I left work early to do this. He asked about Tom L. I hadn't seen Tom in almost a year. He called me last week, out of the blue, and came over to the house last night. He brought several bottles of wine. That guys got... Sign in to see full entry.

I've been in limbo land since my return. Not writing much. Feeling emotionally detached. Luckily work has demanded all my energy. For the first time the whole school is engaged in long range planning and I'm responsible for developing a 5 year plan for my department. Planning is not an activity that... Sign in to see full entry.

RG was waiting for me at the airport. He said it was one more person than who came to meet him on his return from FH. He had gone down to NYC to visit his old flame Linda, and on the train back, coming to meet me, he was afraid I wouldn't be there, that I would not be coming back. Well, he was... Sign in to see full entry.

My last night on Friedrichshof was sleepless. I got up feeling odd, on the edge of self doubt and paranoia. Maybe I'm nuts. Maybe I'm doing this as the final kiss-off to my mother and father - but I don't want it to be that way. I fantasize about them taking their first trip to Europe to visit me... Sign in to see full entry.

My time at Heathrow Airport did not present the opportunity I'd planned to buy presents for the folks at home. I particularly wanted to get something for my daughter "E". As it turned out I never even made it inside the shopping concourse. (see prior post) I take advantage of the long flight back to... Sign in to see full entry.