Six Generations of First Born Women

Six hours and twenty five minutes to Frankfurt, less than an hour between flights, then on to Vienna. Sydney, Lotti, RG, Erika and me were all squished into Sydney's tiny car, add the luggage and you could barely see out the windows. Lotti insisted on coming as it was her only chance to connect... Sign in to see full entry.

It's 8 pm and I'm still at the office, working late so I could finish my 5 year plan. It's not exactly finished, but it's a good start. At least it will give my assistant David something to turn in on Tuesday. My heart is palpitating. Another nonstop day has come to a screeching halt. I tried to... Sign in to see full entry.

Every day, so hectic, chaos has become the most commonly used word in all my journal writing. Work, my job alone, given nothing else, would be enough to keep 2 people busy working round the clock. Yesterday I had six interviews scheduled with applicants and their parents. Two were surprisingly... Sign in to see full entry.

Some unpleasant, to say the least, situations to deal with last night. Erika had asked to stay in Amherst an extra day. She would now miss school on Monday. It's to attend a photography symposium. She says she would get more from that then spending the time in school. I ask her a few more questions.... Sign in to see full entry.

I'm now on a bus from Harvard Square to South Station. It's 9:45 pm. Had dinner with RG, Sten, Rise, Lotti, Edwin, Joe, Anna, Dean and Richard Warren. Liz didn't show, neither did Alicia or Rachael. They are women who are afraid of involving themselves in situations where they are not the one in... Sign in to see full entry.