I MEET MAURICE SENDAK
As I said in my previous blog, it was my friend Ella who told me that Maurice Sendak had been invited to give a week-long lecture series at U. C. Berkeley, where she works. In A Patchwork Memoir I wrote:
The night of his first lecture, Wheeler Auditorium was…
MAJOR PLAYER
If I’m going to write about my life, I feel it’s only good manners to introduce the major players, starting with my best friend, Ella, whom I met on the Aurelia, a ship that was taking us to Spain years ago to study at the University of Madrid our junior year of...
CATASTROPHE 2
I’ve never been good at small talk. I take more naturally to big talk, if by “big” you’re referring to the things that loom large in your life. So it seems fitting to begin my history with the biggest event of my early childhood:Both of my parents were in the Army...
SHIPWRECKED
“Seely dreamed she was floating in an ocean with other survivors of a shipwreck. They were strewn out across the water as far as she could see—little flecks of orange, the color of their life jackets. Only hers had gaudy rainbow stripes and was noticeably waterlogged. It seemed to be losing buoyancy by the moment. She yanked off a huge tag sewn into the front seam in order to see it better. ‘Dry-Clean Only,’ it read.”
COLLABORATION
Below is a journal entry I wrote a couple of years ago that marks the real beginning of my blob…er, blog. (Why do I keep making that typo?)
Yesterday, I was looking through old files on My Passport—the senior home of an old hard drive. When I came across A Patchwork Memoir, an autobiography I wrote many years ago, out of curiosity I glanced over the first chapter. But I could publish this, I realized incredulously.
MY FIRST BLOG
Years ago I joined ARTS, a support group for women artists of all stripes—painters, sculptors, singers, dancers, composers, writers, etc. When one of the members said instead of journaling, she cartooned her days, I thought I’d try my hand at it