Oftentimes in these days of deadlines I forget I have a body. I mean, I am designing and thinking and channeling new designs, and creating patterns and doing my own sewing,…
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Girl Trip Girls
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I love it. I love it on everything. My mother says it ruins the flavor palette. For me, it is the flavor palette. My favorite flavor– hot. There are five kinds…
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Don’t expect me to bow down to you – I am not your ladyship bowing my way to your door. I am not a pliant adaptor to your rigid ideas. I…
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Sometimes getting my work done is hard. Sometimes a song flows out of me so easily– no– all the time it does. But getting to that point is what I’m talking…
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In Central Park there is a memorial. It’s called Imagine and is for a very special man named John. He lived a long time ago. And played a guitar. He sang…
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And at this memorial I met a boy. We only glanced at each other, but I felt he was contributing something beautiful to the world. His song was wispy but strong.…
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Peter Pan is about a boy who didn’t want to grow up. This always seems stupid to me. I can’t wait to grow up! Then I can go to Africa and…
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It’s the trees that capture you- cut out against light and sky. Yellow sky, blue sky, purple. The trees adorn it like lace.…
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In New York the colors are different; muted pinks and purples and grays- they carry the moisture and stillness and history of New York summers. There is a stayed quality, like…