I started this blog 6 or 7 years ago to get the courage to apply to graduate school. Now all these years later I am divorced, parent less and need courage sgain, but I am not sure what for. My life has been a surprise. Much different than I might have thought when I was staring into the eyes of frogs and searching for cicadas. I thought being an adult would be less lonely than being a child. But it is a lonely venture albeit a wonderful one that is filled with beautiful skies, a bright moon, and wonderous creatures.
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When I was a kid my mother made dolls, so there were empty eyed white bisque heads and arms and legs all over the basement in her studio. Looking back,I think she was both reliving her childhood and motherhood. Making pretty dolls that would wear nice dresses and not talk back. I was thinking of this because often I erase my faces to clean white, my faces that are rarely pretty and always seem to talk back.