It is not mine, but I wear it often: bright red floral dress with three-quarter sleeves, a little too long, but I feel good wearing it, especially with black tights and black chunky heels. Then I am near costume, flowing and transformed. That particular dress often provokes a need for scent, so I spritz just … Continue reading
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On Nightmares & Memory
The shocking discovery that you wake from a bad dream and your body is still, unmovable. The frightening realization that even in your forties you still experience a recurring horror from your childhood, a representation of the boogeyman. Sometimes it is just a voice, a cajoling, indecipherable vociferation; it startles you awake, forcing your body … Continue reading
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