Tag: friends

December 2, 2019 / / Art

First, my friend in New York sent me the letter below in reference to my griping about the sound of my voice in the previous post, next I got a text saying something about a bravura opening, and then I went to see more friends and the sound engineer among…

October 25, 2019 / / Art

Sit yourself down and watch a glimmer, a gloss, an illusion, a projection, a stream of a story? . I seem to recall a million years ago, when I was a schoolgirl in London, referring to movies as cinema. Is there a difference between the two terms? No. . What…

September 8, 2019 / / Art
December 16, 2015 / / Art

When I was in college, that’s exactly what I thought. Then I finished school and started working, and people around me kept reinforcing the idea of prolonged youth. Do you babysit? You look like such a conscientious teenager! I’m actually a really inattentive adult—got a liquor cabinet?… I’m in! And…

November 27, 2014 / / Blogging

Once my friend prepared a casserole dish of potatoes au gratin to bake at my house and it sloshed in her car and for weeks it smelled like baby puke, until she took it to a specialty cleaner…the kind that cleans up crime scenes. True story! A long time ago,…

June 7, 2014 / / Blogging
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April 20, 2014 / / Art

Frankly, my Angels, Spring is a rough time of year for me. Many years ago my father suffered a fatal heart attack while we were living in London. One of my best friends died in April ten years ago, and my mother had the stroke that killed her on Easter…

January 3, 2014 / / Architecture

A little less elegant than at the Rathbone home, but then I doubt he would be in a dressing gown, or Angela in full costume.