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New York City, NY.

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May 23, 2011 at 9:44 am

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The world didn’t end

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Stotesbury Cup Regatta. Philadelphia, PA.

AND I witnessed my first regatta in the same day. Take that Harold!

A regatta is something I’ve always wanted to watch. It’s not so much a common affair in Texas, mostly because it doesn’t involve beer or football. There were 176 high schools and 868 boats, making it the largest high school regatta in the world. Whoever runs the show had done it a time or two. Everything was well run and on time, creating a certain cadence to the regatta, which was full of ceremony, rituals and of course, porta-potties. I should probably go wash my hands since they ran out of soap at 10 a.m. If the world didn’t end because of an early Judgement day via H. Camping, I’m surely going to perish from the collection of germs on my hands.

Goodbye for now. I hope you had a good non-Judgement day, also known as Saturday.

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May 21, 2011 at 6:58 pm

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Elinor

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New York City, NY.

Age is strange. In many ways she’s 13 going on 30, in others 13 going on 5. Hormones have begun to rage, spurring curiosity about the opposite sex and gushy romantic comedies. The occasional zit makes its appearance on her porcelain skin, a reminder of the changes inside.
Stuffed animals rest on her bed and the purr of her beloved cat acts as balm for stressful school days. An incredible poet and writer. A dramatic sister and daughter. We share long hugs, good laughs and I know my soul is deeper and kinder because of her influence in my life. Regardless of who’s younger or older, I love the ways we affect one another.

That all would live long, but none would be old.

Ben Franklin

Goodbye for now. I love you regardless of where you fall on the number scale.

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May 18, 2011 at 7:26 am

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High crime

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Pisa, Italy.

When gypsies attempted to steal from us here, our 5th grade drama queen instincts came out in full force. Lou almost karate chopped the women and I gave them a threatening elbow to the gut. She offered a “STOP IT” as if a boy had just tried to put his hand on her leg in gym class.

It was all out of love, of course.

And needless to say, we didn’t love Pisa.

Goodbye for now. Don’t try to steal from me. Who knows what move I’ll pull next time. A good ‘ole deadleg maybe?

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May 10, 2011 at 5:17 am

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Handy

I was coming home from kindergarten – well they told me it was kindergarten. I found out later I had been working in a factory for ten years. It’s good for a kid to know how to make gloves.
Ellen DeGeneres.

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May 7, 2011 at 8:33 am

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Unamerican Apparel

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Venice, Italy.

Hanging laundry reminds me of two things. 1.) My life in Sarajevo. The first time I ever hung laundry outside my balcony, I hung nearly every piece I owned. At the time, it wasn’t much. Janet still gives me a hard time for my “wardrobe” there, consisting of brown parachute pants and a (then) new Marmot fleece from my brother. He knew I’d go without if it weren’t for his generosity. I probably owe some part of my existence to that fleece. It became somewhat of a security blanket through the depressing country that is Bosnia. I felt hugged when it was zipped up tightly.

Ziiiiiiiiiiippppppppp. And hug procured for the weakling.

My friend said something this morning on our walk around the park that reminded me of said security blanket. I just look better in spandex with a puffy vest. Puffy vests are like hugs too. They really should cost more for the reassurance they provide.

So I hung all of my 5 pieces of laundry at once and had no idea you’re to turn clothes inside out when hanging them in direct sunlight. Who knows to do this? All of my clothes faded, but only in part. That part was mostly an awkward line across the boobs, though I think it helped me make friends in Sarajevo because I was that girl. Hard to forget on more levels than one.

2.) Italy. On our recent trip, it danced outside buildings at every corner. Any time we stopped, I’d watch the sheets shake, slacks sway and strut, sleeves shimmy and swing. ‘Twas a refreshing reminder of all the active (unknown) bodies and hearts beating behind the brick buildings. There’s an odd sense of being brought into someone’s life when you can see their granny panties and tired bedsheets.

Goodbye for now. I love you.

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May 5, 2011 at 6:46 pm

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Photos 1 & 2: Marrakesh, Morocco.

Photos 3-5: Sarajevo, Bosnia.

I spent sweet time with a Bosnian friend today. Well, she’s actually American but we befriended one another while both living in Sarajevo. I hadn’t seen her for four years. We hugged like it was yesterday and picked up where we left off. I cherish moments like that with people who have been a part of our lives at some point but are no longer nearby. Poof! Instant reconnection and a verbal mending of ends. I’m pretty sure it’s a glimpse into heaven.

Dovidjenja. I adore you dear Stephanie. Thanks for making the trek out to see me.

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April 30, 2011 at 8:35 pm

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