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Sunday, Aug 31, 2008 6:57 AM
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Congratulations to Junot Diaz for winning the Pulitzer Prize for The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao! A novel that took him 11 years to complete! Congratulations to all artists who honor their creative space and whatever time that entails to complete their works.
On that note, I am gradually picking up where I left off before the extreme ripping and running of the summer…
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Sunday, Jul 13, 2008 6:45 PM
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My girls are always surprising me with their words. Always. It is one of the prime blessings of parenthood. And it seems, the younger they are, the greater the surprises. Since she has been able to talk, my youngest would always drop some sort of serious wisdom out of the blue. She said something the other day that immediately made me think of that expression derived from Psalms 8:1-2: "Out of the mouths of babes" Although nowadays we use it (slightly misquoting it), meaning that from their mouths come the darndest things. And in my case, the darndest bits of wisdom…
I was doing some work on my Short Memoir site, stealing time away from them, and she was playing behind me when she walked up to the monitor and asked what I was working on. I explained to her that the website was for people to tell me some stories of their lives.
“Well, they should also tell you Why they are telling you the stories,” she says.
And as I often meet her with the affirmative when she hits me with such random morsels of wisdom, “Yes, you’re right,” I say.
So, needless to say, the guidelines will at least implicitly ask this of the participants.
On the forthcoming site, ShortMemoir.com, visitors will be able to read and submit short memoir for the website, the Telling the Stories of Our Lives™ Anthology project, and the Short Memoir literary contest.
Telling the Stories of Our Lives™ is a Short Memoir movement that asks:
Tell me a story about your life, and tell me who you are because of it.
Now with the added wisdom of my almost seven year old, I will be sure to add another layer to the memoir project that asks the authors:
Why are you telling this story?
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Saturday, Jul 5, 2008 6:14 PM
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Deadlines, Deadlines! My forthcoming sites were supposed to be done by now! And what's my excuse?
Spending valuable and rare Q-time with the O-Girls! My 3 daughters. After having baby girl after baby girl, I figured that I'd started a girls club - the O-Girls! O from the first letter of their last name. T-shirts and all! And, yep, I'm the president! As we are spending full days together for the summer, we have been taking full advantage of the Golden Isles! Sure, it's slowed my production down tremendously, as far as work and writing, etc. And I am working on it all still, but ... But isn't this is actually the best excuse for tardiness?
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Saturday, Jun 21, 2008 8:34 AM
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As a very, very, very proud conference attendee this weekend in Denver, I can not stress with any sort of clarity how much I have gained. As a holder of a graduate writing degree, I hate when words escape me at such times of fullness as now. So if this sounds wacky, please forgive me. After I have digested and processed all of this more over the next few days, I’ll be sure to write more intelligently about The Power of Writing ™ Journaling Conference. Trust me, I know me…
For now, let it rest at God bless Kathleen Adams => www.journaltherapy.com
But for those of you who have followed any of my blogs you may have read the entry about my forthcoming websites regarding the diary and memoir in the Dot Com Boom entry. These are sites that I have continued to work on behind the scenes, and mind you, had planned to launch before getting to this conference so that I could ring the bell about these sites to my peers.
No such luck! Instead, I ended up working until the 11th hour to no avail. I wanted to distribute brochures about these new sites and talk about what they offered and solicit entries and submissions. But noooo, instead, I settled on making a flyer simply announcing that they were coming. At least it was cute and purple.
The achiever in me was pretty disappointed though. I know I probably pissed off the Staples employees at literally the 11th hour, the night before my flight out, as I ran off copies of this purple flyer until minutes after they had closed the store. They had gone into the 2nd announcement of “Staples is now closed…please visit us tomorrow when our hours will be…” I felt bad, and flashed them a sad, but anxious facial expression as my last copies shot out the machine. I apologized sincerely as I grabbed my warm stack, and I’m sure the fellow rolled his eyes behind me as he unlocked the door upon my exit. There was just no way I could both fail to get the sites up and fail to make any mention about it.
However, this cloud surely had a silver lining, and as you bare with my clichés and trite language, you may share in the delight that I could not have been more thrilled that my sites are still incubating in cyberspace. Yesterday while sitting in a plenary session by Tristine Rainier, of whom I am a HUGE huge, long, long time fan of, she said something that didn’t get a light bulb to go off with me, but rather shot me with a bolt of lightening! She was giving a talk about my beloved Anais Nin – ah. A mother sheros talking about a grandmother shero of mine! Anais was a friend of hers so she spoke intimately about her. Anais Nin, one of thee most famous diarists EVER. Oh my gosh!
Well, Tristine spoke on the Destiny of the Diary and made a comment about our new era of the internet and mentioned that we should somehow take advantage of the current momentum of journaling and world wide web community and the notion of archiving diaries for people to access.
That was it! At that moment, I shot straight up in my chair -- the lightening bolt surging right up my spine. This is exactly why I couldn’t finish the site. It wasn’t failure, it was kismet. I needed more guidance -- more direction. I knew I wanted to Build the Diary Empire with TheDiaryBank™, heck that’s the only thing I have on the site. It’s completely empty with the exception of a few blank pages calling out the bank theme of making deposits and withdrawal of journal entries; or the Assets (Diary resources); and the literary contest and anthology. Tristine proclaimed that they had been the mothers of this modern awakening of the Diary and it was upon us to carry it on further along its evolution.
So shall it be. As I continue to digest the awesome material from this conference, and literally unpack the wealth of knowledge that has been disseminated in the fantastic speeches and materials, and hopefully with feedback and assistance from peers that I met (and even didn’t get to meet), I pray that I can do my part in fulfilling my dream that came to me only in masked form (as dreams symbolically do) of Building a Diary Empire. For now, all I can say about TheDiaryBank.com is stay tuned and stay in touch…
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Saturday, Jun 21, 2008 7:27 AM
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As someone who has been a diarist my entire literate life, no one has to tell me about the sheer magic of the journal and the act of journaling. BUT! This new book I’ve come across has definitely raised my diary-magic eyebrow! The story of The Red Leather Diary is nothing less than remarkable. At a book signing here in Denver, author Lily Koppel told the story of how she discovered the diary of a young woman from the 1930’s in the trunk in the basement of a New York City apartment back in 2003. This diary had thousands of entries and belonged to Florence Wolfson. With the help of a private detective, Lily began the search for the author, which led her to a 90 year old woman living with her husband of 67 years in Florida.
Florence was reunited with her journal, and her younger, spirited, ambitious self, which turned into a journey for both women. Lily spoke of how this diary was literally a fountain of youth for Florence and also changed the life of this 22 year old Lily, who discovered the book at a time when she was searching for love and meaning in her own life.
This awesome story landed them before audiences like the Today show together.
Lily was eloquent in her discussion of the writing of The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life Through the Pages of a Lost Journal. Each and every one of us was touched by the power of this journal, to basically take on a life of its own (even after lying dormant for decades upon decades) and still change lives.
As we were all attendees of The Power of Writing™ Journal Conference, listening to this book discussion provided such a dynamic example of just how powerful writing can be. One of the keynote speakers of this conference so rightfully stated that sometimes the diary has a purpose far beyond what we can conceive of when they are being written. We can all attest to this with the famous examples of Anais Nin or Anne Frank. As we see in this case, the destiny of this diary not only changed the life of Florence Wolfson – who thanked Lily for helping her to rediscover herself; but it brought about a change in Lily, and each and every one of us who are now touched by this story as we read and become inspired by the profound message of finding significance in our lives.
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Saturday, Jun 21, 2008 7:25 AM
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Around this time last year, I walked into Arden’s Gardens in Little Five Points in Atlanta to pick up some of my favorite natural juices. Arden’s Garden produces some of the freshest, organic juice mixes you can wrap your innards around. Little Five Points LP5.com is a cool little hip place just east of downtown with the funkiest stuff. Wikipedia LP5 It is largely reminiscent of places I’ve lived near like Tacoma Park, Adams Morgan, DuPont Circle of the DC metro area, and pretty much all of Seattle proper. It’s surely a world away from worlds within the Atlanta metropolis. Some refer to it as ATL’s hippie area. I dunno, I felt at home there. Anywho, so I’m getting my favorite veggie juice assortment and get into an interesting conversation with the guy working the shop at the time. It was a quiet moment in the shop and next thing you know we’re chatting a spell (anyone who knows me knows how easy that is) and somehow our conversation meandered on about life, yada yada (and clearly, anyone knows me in the least bit also knows how easy this is to happen – me, the student of life)… Well, next thing you know, he reaches into his bag and pushes a DVD across the counter toward me, “You should definitely take a look at this,” he said wide eyed.
This guy who I’d never laid eyes on before couldn’t have been more correct!
He had given me The Journey www.thejourneyfilm.com, which surely took me on a trip at a time in my life that I really needed to see it. It was serendipity that I got this Journey flick at a time when I was clearly on a journey of my own, of sorts, as I had just left Seattle, leaving a painful marriage and had come back home to Atlanta for grounding. I had come back to home base to heal and figure out what next. Also, I had begun a set of oral interviews with people from all walks of life for a project that I wasn’t sure where the material would lead me (where the journey would take me). Heck, I’m still figuring out all those particulars, but the questions about life and living and making decisions, and judgments, and trying to acquire wisdom from anyone who would entertain my queries and tape recording were underway nonetheless.
Not at all unlike what was so brilliantly and well-done in this indie film! A journey that took Eric Saperston and a few others on a cross country road trip in a yellow VW Bus to meet some of the most influential and successful people of our time Who We Met . As I watched it, within minutes it became clear why the independent film won all these Film Festival awards, and why Eric is a sought after speaker regarding the making of his film and the people that he met. Furthermore, there are several stories running parallel along their trek across the states. You will NOT be disappointed if you take this Journey along with them.
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Wednesday, Jun 18, 2008 2:12 AM
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‘Cause! I just got the sweetest, (albeit late) Mother’s Day card from the oldest of my three daughters. Yeah, we all talked on Mother’s day, blah, blah, but she just decided to send me one of those animated E-cards that made tears well up. She prefaced it with the sweetest words in her text messaging shorthand:
“Dear moms [that’s what she always calls me], im sorry that I didn’t give u your mothers day card earlier but the card explains everything that you are and I wanna say thanks to you. For everything.”
Then the animation begins with this cutesy text sliding into the page:
My Mom
Is a beautiful woman
Is the smartest person I know
Always knows the right thing to say
Has the softest shoulder to lean on
Is a sharp dresser
Is a hard worker
Is a terrific cook
Is my best friend.
Happy Mother’s Day
To a great mom, a special woman, and a true friend.
Such wisdom that chile has, I think to myself. Then, I wiped my tears and shot her an email back:
“Gurrl, you know I always burn all our food! LOL” and commence to telling her just how much I appreciate the thought and the card.
As this is the time period that they are with their father, sometimes cards and other things come late. (Comes with this divorce territory). I’ve always been relaxed about such things anyway.
This card came from my ‘almost thirteen year old’. Whoa! Did somebody say ‘teen’? Perhaps this means that I should soak it all up before my almost teenager turns into a teen-monster that so many people say may happen. Nah, I don’t believe it. My kids (among others) alway say that I’m a grown up teenager – Outside of giving me cool points, it also gives me a leg up on what’s on their teenybopper minds…Meanwhile, I’ll enjoy these tears of joy!
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Sunday, Jun 15, 2008 9:05 PM
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What I Know Now, Letters to My Younger Self: Extraordinary Women Share the Wisdom They Wish They’d Had When They Were Younger
This is one of the zillion books I’m reading now. I came across it as research for my forthcoming website www.ShortMemoir.com as I have been compiling examples of short memoir in various forms. What I Know Now, edited by Ellyn Spragins, is a great collection of what I consider short memoir. It’s filled with letters from various accomplished women that were written to their younger selves. Great stuff.
A few examples of the women sharing their wisdom include Maya Angelou, Macy Gray, Phylicia Rahshad, Cokie Roberts, Eilieen Fisher, Madeleine Albright, Nora Roberts, Queen Noor of Jordan.
In the introduction, the editor explained her motivation for doing such a book. She described the shock of learning that her mother died in a plane crash; at the time she was 32 and her mother was 60. She spoke of the great relationship that they had and how she could always go to her for advice. After her mother’s death she was confronted with the fact that she could no longer turn to her mother. The author writes: “How had Mom handled this situation, overcome that obstacle, made peace with disappointments and betrayals?” Spragins mentions that “This book grew out of these moments.” The letters that these women write are heartfelt lessons-learned from a different perspective.
Life is surely a series of lessons, and if we are wisdom-bound, we learn from them; and if we are interested in collective enlightenment, we share them.
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Monday, Jun 9, 2008 10:04 PM
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I had the absolute pleasure of listening to Q: The Autobiography of Quincy Jones over the past few days. Now, being the person who loves listening to a good story - I relish a good autobiography, especially if its read by the author. One wonderful example of this is Sidney Portier's autobiography, The Measure of a Man. He deservedly won a Grammy for this reading. These audio autobiographies serve me well on road trips. Try it.
With "Q", not only was the autobiography just super fantastic, because his life has been so magnificent, but also because he had the input of others as well. The cover caught my eyes with: "Read by Quincy Jones and his friends and family." The reader (listener) is in for a huge treat when you hear stories of persons who touched his life, and/or were touched by his life including greats like Ray Charles, Buddy Catlett, Bobby Tucker, and more -- and his children and past wives. Their vivid testimonies as key witnesses to his journey added such depth to his story! Now I’m a sucker for a personal story, and an even bigger one for one so well told. Unbelievable!
I’m always a huge fan of stories of triumph that produce persons of such greatness. Quincy Jones’ life is stellar in that he grew up in abject poverty with a mother who descended into madness, which literally haunted him throughout his life. However, somehow this was some sort of fuel for him for a string of unbroken triumphs in the entertainment industry as he touched so many artists ranging from Count Basie, to Frank Sinatra to Michael Jackson...and that list is seemingly endless. Hearing stories from members of his bee bopping big band to hip hopping Melle Mel illustrate so well how his reach was across generations and across genres!
But he told the cold, hard truth, from what it was like to visit his mom in the asylum, to his deficiencies, at times, as a husband, brother, and father, to his channeling all this pain into his work. He covered his brain surgeries, his affairs, and his own bout with a nervous breakdown. And what’s the icing on this very delicious cake? To hear the words of growth and wisdom that flow from him, as well as his loved ones, as the biography evolves. As it evolves, so does he. From what I can see, life is filled with transitions my friends, and if we are lucky, we transcend from our places of weakness to higher places of strength and valor, as is so well demonstrated by the life and times of Mr. Quincy Jones.
Please, please, don’t take my word for it, LISTEN to a story well told, and Listen to Q!
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Saturday, Jun 7, 2008 1:31 AM
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 "KILL YOUR TV" This is what the little black and white square bumper sticker on the back window of my car reads. People either give me a suspicious eye as they drive up, or shoot a thumbs up while mouthing, “I love your bumper sticker.”
I stopped watching TV essentially back in 1987 as I went off to college. I stopped watching it far before the insurgence of reality TV of today, which is extremely nauseating. There are reality shows of college kids gone wild; bachelors looking for a wife; a bi bachelorette looking for a mate (male or female); lumber jacks lumberjacking; and Canadian ice drivers (what is an ice driver anyway?). Then there’s Hells Kitchen; High School Reunion; Flavor of Love (thank God that’s over), I Love New York (another prayer to the heavens above); and family shows like George Forman, Snoop Dog, Hulk Hogan, The Osborne’s, and Parent Swaps...oh
The listing alone is like some evolution of insanity.
I mean what happened to good ol’ fashioned funny TV? TV that makes you laugh because of the level of silliness, not the level of sheer stupidity?
I know I’m about to date myself here -- but what about that old goofy shit that had us to escape in a mentally harmless manner?
A dreamy haze comes over me now as I think back to the old cartoons like The Jetsons and The Flintstones and Scooby Doo and the Superfriends! Whoa, that was good stuff – but instead, sadly today the kids’ cartoons are filled with over-stimulated crassness dosed up with this level of cynicism that’s seeping far and wide across the entire society.
What about the wacky old comedies like The Carol Brunette Show, or better yet, the sitcoms of yesteryear like Green Acres, The Munsters, Gilligan’s Island, Bewitched, I Dream of Jeanie, The Adams Family, Get Smart – yeah, that was REAL TV. Good clean fun. Can’t be all that bad or they wouldn’t be re-making so much of it! Right?! And besides, the closest we got back then to the reality show genre was stuff like Bill Cosby’s Kid’s Say the Darnedest Things, or That’s Incredible, Candid Camera, or Real People with co-hosts Skip Stephenson & Byron Allen -- which mind you, is no where near what’s flaunted on the boob tube today.
And hey, I understand as much as anyone else with the stresses of life that TV can be an escape…but what are we escaping to???
Oh well, I’ll continue to be a proud PBS television and radio supporter.
My “STRYTLR” personalized license plate (in conjucntion with the bumper sticker) is my quirky little way of telling the world (while zooming by) that since TV’s is so mucked up, why not cut off the TV sets and read a story -- or better yet, tell a story!
Just a suggestion~~
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Friday, Jun 6, 2008 6:02 AM
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"Talent is Nothing..."
This is the text that slides back and forth across the black background of my computer screen as a screensaver. This is my visual mantra. Some people have cutesy cartoons, or picturesque scenes, or family photos -- nope, not me. I have the first few words of a lecture delivered by one of my absolute most revered authors – the late Andre Dubus.
Dubus is easily credited as one of the best American Short Story Writers. This is the case because of the humanism that bleeds off the page, and as far as I’m concerned – his quiet, musical delivery lays down the prose that in my view crowns him as the keeper of the language of the heart. Several of his short stories have been adapted into film, such as, In the Bedroom and We Don’t Live Here Anymore. But not to go on too far into blowing the Dubus horn (which I can truly do forever)…just pick up any of his collections of short fiction and you will have chosen one of my favorite books.
I learned that on the first day of class, he marched directly to the chalkboard of his graduate level (MFA) creative writing classroom without such as a word and wrote:
Talent is nothing,
discipline,
that’s the thing.
A friend and I were discussing applying this phrase to our lives and his translation was:
“Talent will get you there, but discipline will keep you there.”
So true.
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Wednesday, Jun 4, 2008 11:17 PM
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Sunday morning sitting in my favorite coffee shop, I picked up the stray Sunday paper. Not the whole thing, just the section of interest to me, which on this day was Living. With an article entitled, From the Basement to the High and a large picture of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. marching – my interest was immediately peaked. There’s a new exhibit starting at Atlanta’s High Museum of Art called Road to Freedom: Photographs of the Civil Rights Movement, 1956-1968. Road to Freedom @ Atlanta's High Museum.
I quickly became achey about not renewing my High membership, and being a 4-hour dive away versus 20 minutes. There are several photographers’ works being included but one of the major contributors is the late Morton Broffman. As the story goes, his son somewhat stumbled upon his father’s collection in the basement of his father’s Collier Heights (SW Atlanta) home. And images from obscure photographers as such make up the exhibit: http://www.mortonbroffman.com/mainpages/civilrights.htm
They had a few photographs in the article to wet your whistle, and they are strong! They were all not only eye-catching -- but soul-catching. The one that made me stop and stare was a fire-hosing photo by Charles Moore. The article mentions that his powerful fire hoses and police dog attacking images were included in a Life magazine spread that some credited with helping to pass the Civil Rights Act of 1964. The bone-chilling photo in the article was of a woman getting fire-hosed in Birmingham in 1963.
Here is a nicely dressed sister (maybe my age) with nice pumps on, and she is kneeling down bracing herself as best as she can with her knee and fingertips, pressed into the asphalt. Her purse is a few feet behind her, obviously the force made her not only drop her bag to brace herself, but also pushed her further down the road. All of this occurred a few moon cycles before I was born, but every time I view such images, the goose bumps begin, and the tears well up.
These shots bring up tears because they become personal. That woman becomes my mother, my aunt, my teacher, my cousin, my sister, my Self. That woman easily transfigures into my mom who withstood such in Atlanta, e.g., sitting in at the Woolworth counter as a Clark University student; or being paired up with a fellow male student to ride the Atlanta Marta bus along particular routes (as designated by Dr. King) in protest for their rights while being spat on and name called.
The lumps grow thick in my through making it choresome to swallow my large cup of designer coffee. Such irony, one of the very few black patrons frequenting this island location, en route to work out at the premier sports club down the road fitting the same scenario. This Road was paved by the persons who were in the photographs as well as by the ones who took them. This Road was paved by my mother, her mother and our collective families who withstood insults and atrocities for us to drive along this Road nowadays. This Road allowed me to study Engineering, study Patents, study African Studies, Creative Writing and believe that I could do it all. This Road led me to be the only black female engineering professional in my group at the US Patent Office at the time. This road led me to be the only black professional in a biomedical corporation just a few years ago…
This Road to Freedom that led to the history last night of watching Senator Obama being the Presumptive Nominee for president of these same United States!
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Sunday, Jun 1, 2008 3:49 AM
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Okay, so I've been working in the field of patents since 1992 and in dealing with inventions for these umpteen years, I can say with assurance that there's nothing new under the sun. I know, cliché but true. Now, with that said, I have a bit of a confession --
My foremost most favorite Blog for years has been E. Ethelbert Miller's E Notes (http://www.eethelbertmiller1.blogspot.com/). This blog is filled with insight, information, beauty, wisdom and humor in that poetic sensibility that only a legend as Ethelbert can deliver. Speaking of, if you surf to his site, by all means make sure to go to the Home page ( www.EEthelbertMiller.com) and see the wonderful display of legends.
E Notes contents are filed with musings and ruminations ranging from poetry, to sports commentary, to readers & writers info, to politics, all as seen through the eyes of someone whom I've always admired and considered a mentor. I will never ever forget marching up to his office at Howard when I was in my first year of graduate work in African Studies and just beaming to show him my first book of what I thought was poetry. What a gracious man :-) Then years later, I reached out to him again when I was seeking entry into a Master's in Fine Arts in Writing program (much more appropriately in fiction and creative nonfiction). I am proud to have been touched by his encouragement along the way of my writing endeavors.
Well, they say the best form of flattery…
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Thursday, May 29, 2008 11:50 PM
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Wow, there I was, at least 15-16 years ago, sitting next to a bronze sculpture in downtown Atlanta; the touristy Five Points to be exact. I was a senior at Howard and engaged to a fellow (that I never married) and we'd driven from DC to Atlanta to visit my home. An old dear friend sent me a copy of this today -- and talk about a blast from the past!
It’s interesting to look into the face of yourself from many years ago. I find myself peering back into space and time searching for that very moment when I was she. I stare into her eyes and trace her body that was once mine - youthful, trim, healthy, strong and before childbirth 3 times over. Although maintaining much of that now, it’s just different (and sure as hell a lot harder to do).
It’s that difference that is characterized by the distance between the soul then and the soul now -- transfigured with the experiences there between. I look at my nearly forty year old wisdom and see the difference from what is in her face. I see the scars, the joys, the pains, the gains, and more... I see so clearly the mistakes (many of which I am still learning to forgive myself for) that the young woman in that photograph could not see that she had made and would make.
It's funny, in another 15 years or so, I'll peer into the eyes of the woman today and perhaps think many of the same thoughts I'm thinking today. I guess that's the beauty of Flashbacks.
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Thursday, May 29, 2008 10:38 AM
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Well it's official!
I stayed up the entire night without a wink of sleep working on my own Dot COM Boom. I'm actually privy to the sunrise -- something that this night owl hardly EVER sees!
Yes, my carpal tunnel is Killing me (Note to Self: Learn to mouse with my left hand) and I must have eaten at least 4 meals (Gee, burning the midnight oil sure makes you hungry), but I'm feeling super-energized cause I've gotten the planning and templates to my next set of websites done. Whoo hoo!
Man, does this take me back to my Howard undergrad Engineering days: a) for staying up all night, and b) solving a series of problems to get the job done. I swear that degree continues to prove to be worth every bit of the thousands I paid in student loan interest.
Okay, so my Dot Com Boom comprises a set of websites that will bring a host of information and memoir (short and Ultra short) and raw journal entries and opportunities to participate in memoir projects and anthologies and visitors to these sites will be able to not only submit writing but to also read memoir and entries. I hope the world is as excited as I am...
Now I guess I have to stay up another night or two trying to figure out how to get my e-commerce going (so I can actually sell some of my books) and another night figuring out the scripts to get the submission forms up on the sites. It's not a whole lot there on the sites yet, but trust me, futzing around with this web building stuff as a total (but optimistic) novice, it took much time, energy, sweat and perseverance. Well, as the morning is actually growing into full bloom, with a drum roll I present my Dot COM's Coming...
www.TheDiaryBank.com
www.ShortMemoir.com
www.UltraShortMemoir.com
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