Dear Donald Judd, A Begrudging Letter of Love
I’ve never given Donald Judd much thought. I remember seeing pieces of his at the Art Institute of Chicago (or somewhere) when I was...
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Be the Tumbleweed
“You know, it’s art!” I said that in my snottiest voice, with my hand on my hip, when I was asked to move out of the frame of a photo in...
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Turned to Stone
The root of petrified is the greek word petro, meaning stone. When are we petrified? Could there be petrified forests in our minds? ...
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Not So Mad
It seems to me that that last section was too angry. So: How to be not so mad? I know I do not want to be angry, and so I should just...
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Abducted by Aliens
Four-year-old Hugo said to me today, “Lindsay, I think maybe this is really a dream.” We were sitting at the table eating trail mix out...
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Places in Dreams
I have seen these places before, in pictures I took. Of course I also saw them before in the world when I took the pictures, but because...
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Missing Something
Say “Missing something,” and see what it assumes in your mind. For me, the phrase becomes positive and negative forms, but I do not know...
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Lying
I lied in my story. Well not really, but kind of. I am curious why I did this when my project was so centered on exposing- or more...
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Orange Soap
I don’t hate orange any more. If nothing else, this is evidence that deep change is possible. Dr. Z asked me once what a temper tantrum...
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Honor Thy Father; Part 3
As her rage dispersed mildly, Alexandra hit the play button on her tape player to soothe herself with the cries of someone with pain like...
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Honor Thy Father; Part 2
The following morning started off wonderfully. Alexandra went to breakfast at ‘Mickey Dee’s’ with her mom before going to a training...
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Starting Somewhere
When I was fourteen years old, I submitted the following paper to my English teacher. “Honor Thy Father” “Daddy, why do you have to work...
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