My spirit animal is the elephant – gentle giant, playful creature, strong. Every day since alopecia universalis and Hashimoto’s Disease became the outward manifestation of my inner turmoil – I have grown stronger – I’m getting back to me, only me has changed, is changing, will change. My doctor prescribed two months in Europe, to take the healing waters of Spain and the Adriatic, so I am heeding his advice and on my journey. Goodbye…
The fruiterias are closed The grand market is closed. The groceries are closed. The bakeries are closed. The cafes are closed. The noise is absent except for the clanging of bells. Everyone everywhere is lounging for the lord.
I’m often accused of being a pollyanna – and okay, yes, I do tend to look at the bright side most of the time – not all of the time. The last couple of days I haven’t been able to get to my computer because a friend was on it trying to do damage control. He’s got a project in La Biennale and the group has fomented anarchy. The problem with being a bystander is…
Meanwhile, back at home I read the headlines and they are still stuck in death death death. Someone is killing someone every day in New Orleans. The New York Times this morning said that there is going to be a major overhaul of the police system – but the whole system is rotten from the top down. Someone commented, where is Vice President Jindal while this is all going on – you tell me. Here…
I walked up the stone city wall and followed the elevated path – there were only a few fishermen and some youths on bikes when I went up on the wall but all the way at the end before it turns and blends into Plaza España an old man was standing and looking out at sea. He beckoned me to look and I didn’t catch what he was watching – and he said, “Transatlantico” pointing…
Rare are the days that I have to myself but today is one of them. Tin and Tatjana left early this morning for Bolonia and Vejer de la Frontera on an excursion with the students. This is the last week of school and I finally had time to myself. I walked to the sea first thing – to breathe in the fresh salt air then I went to our favorite wine store – Magerite –…
I was with a man for years who believed the rational mind overshadowed the spirit world (read: the world of no coincidences). It has come to our realization that the first time we were in Zagreb trying to get Tatjana pregnant – she had left the apartment to walk among the giant trees of Maksimir Park overwhelmed with a feeling that a baby would be born to us – the light had changed, the air…
I was speaking to my friend about Kazuyo Sejima and her building in New York on Bowery Street. I had started staying at the Bowery Hotel the last few times I went to New York on business. I was at the hotel for the first time when Tatjana called that my mother died. I am now wearing the white slippers with a large B written in script that I used at the hotel from that…
The Extinct Imagine I’m the last woman on earth, the snowiest plover, the loneliest deep-sea-swimming whale. It’s not my fault, but it might be. Should I keep changing until I become something that has an other? I’ve tried that. What else can I do for love? Now not even the gray wolves listen to my long litany of failures. They know I’m just putting this self-sadness in my mouth— a polar bear crunching seal bones…
Ahora es tres semanas que estamos en españa y ahorita empezó a pensar en español y mis sueños también son en español. Llego lista a empezar mi nueva vida y regreso a estar preocupado con pensamientos de la vida – que estoy haciendo, quien soy, quien fue. Por la noche soñé que estaba en la casa de mi hermano y todos sus hijas estaban ahí y yo no podía encontrar ningún lado para ser sola.…