I was a late bloomer, no doubt about it. Blanketed in illness, abuse, and the weight that protected me from it, I cultivated the skill of making myself invisible, somewhat unsuccessfully. I was tormented through most of high school, until one day my mom pushed my doctor to send me to a specialist for a […]
Mountains
I like to go out riding in my Mini convertible, top down or not. It is not the newest model, doesn’t even have aux input. It also has standard transmission, a misnomer these days, considering that it is so hard to find. Driving is not just transportation for me; it is entertainment, and I like […]
Chloe
Chloe is a cat. Rather, Chloe was a cat. She is now a memory, and I miss the furry little creature that was my friend for several years here on Earth. Chloe died almost a month ago now, and while I have gradually stopped anticipating her many needs, I still tear up a little when […]
Movie #2: Les Glaneurs et la glaneuse
Yes, another French film has made its way to my list. This one is by the great Agnès Varda, a filmmaker whose birthday I share, which has made me feel even closer to her than I did before I knew–and that is to say, very close. I feel that everything she made throughout her life […]
The Cowboy
As we leave our dens in this new post-pandemic era, I have found myself thinking about things like commuter rail. My last job was near a train stop, but in the great nation of America, car-free transportation is often inconvenient, if not impossible. Although my last job was a short walk from a T stop, […]
Book #1: Pale Fire by Vladmir Nabokov
I first read Pale Fire the summer after my first semester of graduate school. I was staying in a grand residence near the Washington University music school and alumni house, house sitting for a math professor on sabbatical. The home was exquisite, despite some wear and tear, with hand painted wallpaper in the dining room, […]
Song #1: Corner Pocket by Count Basie
In my first year of college, I learned a couple of things, some from my first boyfriend. Scott was a few years older than I was, a Californian who had an associate’s degree in accounting and a love for jazz, and did a little drumming himself. He also had picked up a camera one day […]
Movie 1: Les Enfants du paradis
Sure, Julie, start with a French movie. My daughter distinctly told me not to do this, and I am distinctly deciding to ignore her. The first time I saw Les Enfants du paradis, I had recently returned from a year abroad in France. The year itself had its ups and downs, but in the end, […]
One hundred
Two nights ago, my daughter asked me about my favorite movies. There are so many I like that I couldn’t narrow it down. Same with songs, and books. After some hemming and hawing, I could think up an answer, but wouldn’t it be nice to be able to name these things? I haven’t tried to […]
unraveling
I have been cleaning out my house. I’m not going anywhere, as far as I know, but the accumulation of years has been an source of frustration. You see, I am not fond of tidying up. I make messes, and I do my best to deal with the immediate things, after cooking, for example. I […]
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