Diary 11 / 23-years-old / NYC
November! Down to the last two months…
It’s nearing the end of my first year in New York. While I’m struggling to get some artistic foot-hold, an invitation to a workshop production of “The Studio” from a dear college instructor–and a gorgeous and unexpected encounter with a great artist–teach me about focusing on life, first.
Diary 17 / 27-years-old / NYC
“Messages of infidelity and broken heart seem to bombard me from all directions.” It’s our first time living together after discovering Giovanni’s affair, and we’re having particularly difficult time connecting. Unknown at the time, it’s a bit of calm-before-storm; next up: the HVP/ cervical cancer diagnosis that makes all of our problems raw again.
Watch February 12, 2010: the cancer diagnosis
Diary 18/ 29-years-old / NYC
When I was a kid, my mom taught me how to extract the sweet bit from a honeysuckle flower. I thought she was crazy, but I’ve spent the rest of my life in pursuit of these blooms. This is an entry from a time in my life when I was trying to write memoir (and it shows.) Also, I manage to say “flower guts” and “Hanky Panky” in one entry. Score.
Diary 13 / 24-years-old / Rome, Italy
Instead of going on and on about how I’ve fallen in love, I take an afternoon to write about a sculpture that’s won me over: Truth Unveiled by Time, by Gian Lorenzo Bernini. Granted, I probably wouldn’t go on and on for pages about a sculpture if I hadn’t been newly in love in Rome….
This is another entry from the diary I shared with a friend.
Diary 20 / 34-years-old / NYC
Just one year back. Afraid I’m losing track of reality, I plunge mind/body/soul into the idea of creating a diary-sharing website. Is it another way to disconnect from the present?
And I complain about boys. Cause life.