You start all over again

When I was a young girl I collected Barbies, and other trademarked dolls, usually representing a movie or television character, like Princess Leia, all three Charlie’s Angels, or Cher. I had boxes of clothing for them, a bright pink jeep and a lemon yellow motor home, and the ultimate “dream house” which had cut out holes in the roof for my hands to reach in, but no stairs or doors to any of the rooms. I had a few “men“, too, Ken with his “real” looking hair and smooth “boy mound“, and Han Solo who had painted on hair, and the outlines of a muscular frame, but still no “boy parts“. Continue reading You start all over again

Like a child you can’t control :: song of the day

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Caia Koopman “Some people hide their emotions, and some people show too much. I’m aiming for somewhere central.” Some days it amazes me how quickly time passes, how far I have already traveled in this life, and yet, how often adolescent, and naive, I feel. I still play music far too loud in the car, and I sing-a-loud; my own little concert on wheels as I role along the 101 freeway. I still feel confused by love, and people, and the dynamics between finding someone who fits with who you are, and actually taking … Continue reading Like a child you can’t control :: song of the day