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Tales of a girl in the city. Septembre 17, 2007. The last thing my father said to me was, "I love you, Girl." He said it as I left my home in Wisconsin. Through the medication that by then had left him slumping in his chair, barely able to lift his head, he looked at me from the living room, clear and sharp and strong for one last second, and told me that he loved me. I wish I had my father's eyes. That night they were like razors. I have not yet reached the stage where I feel he is with me after death.
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Bellow: 12/01/2003 - 01/01/2004
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Tales of a girl in the city. Décembre 31, 2003. The last day of 2003. I think we should make some lists. Things I Should Give Up In 2004, But Probably Won't. 3 Rubbish TV (Examples: "Rich Girls," "The OC," etc.). 4 Mentioning M in my Blog. Things I May Actually Give Up In 2004. 1 Keeping tissues in my pocket or purse (even if they're used and gross) just so I'll always have one. So, in 2003 I was one of five women accepted to one of the top five MFA Acting programs in the country. 2003 Smack in the middl...
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Bellow: Died December 19, Age 63
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Tales of a girl in the city. Décembre 24, 2006. Died December 19, Age 63. Daddy, I will think of you every time I see a bird. A goose, a red-wing blackbird, a mallard, a goldfinch: I will know the difference because of you. I will notice the colors of their wings- the blues or reds or greys or blacks and think of you at our kitchen table painting those colors with so much care. It has been my honor to have you as my role model, my teacher, and my friend. New York, New York, United States.
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Bellow: Home
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Tales of a girl in the city. Juin 18, 2006. Wisconsin still smells like cedar, even though my dad is sick. Mom still drives home slow from the airport. She still wants to hear every story told from the beginning, and prompts me- like she always does- by saying, "So, you got up. You got on the plane." But she also says new things, like, "We are not telling Grandma." We are not telling anyone, I find out, because the cancer is Dad's news to tell. New York, New York, United States. I Avoid Because I Hate.
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Bellow: 11/01/2003 - 12/01/2003
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Tales of a girl in the city. Novembre 23, 2003. I truly believe going out in Mahattan is the modern day equivalent of the quest for The Holy Grail. Saturday night rolls around, and it seems sparkling and somehow- you are sure-. Than it has been before. This will be the night. For what? So Where should we go? I ask, as we totter along, "What do you think about Spa? Spa is Plaid now? Oh Plaid, then.". Just reopened as Avalon. But it's already over.". Too tame. Ohm? Sounds lame. Where is it? The End of Days.
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Bellow: The History of Loss
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Tales of a girl in the city. Mars 25, 2007. The History of Loss. I have done this thing before. If I want to remind myself of all the times I've said the words, asked the questions, made the phone calls and taken the walks, all I need to do is scroll down the list of dates next to this entry. There they will be:. With Sex. It hit me so hard that I picked up the phone almost immediately. He had raised my expectations, and now I could not go back. New York, New York, United States. Died December 19, Age 63.
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Bellow: Calendar
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Tales of a girl in the city. Novembre 08, 2007. As the year marches forward, I track the days like this:. What was happening last year? In the beginning of October I remembered the day we had to put my father's dog to sleep. And the anniversary of the day he called me, crying. Last year, around this time, he had pneumonia. In reality on this day last year (we did not know it then) he had 42 days. Forty-two days. Til I would get the phone call at work. Til I would feel that strange sense of relief.
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Bellow: Acherontia atropos
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Tales of a girl in the city. Décembre 14, 2006. Spreads like a cancer. I understand that now. It means speed. Real life clipping along like time-lapse photography. Watching the x-rays as the dark moths spread. As they flit from lung to rib. From rib to spine. And from there to kidney, to brain, to liver, leaving every recognizeable organ swarming with black shadows. Next, they rise to the surface, drinking deeply from the bruises that grow now, like flowers, on the backs of my father's hands.
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Bellow: 07/01/2004 - 08/01/2004
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Tales of a girl in the city. Juillet 29, 2004. In Which I Finally Get Political. As all eyes in America turn towards Boston and the DNC, people across the nation are finally asking the important questions: How do we work to repair the damage done in the Middle East? How do we help US workers whose jobs have been displaced because of outsourcing? What steps are necessary to build a safer, more secure America? So to that end, my friends, I ask you:. Is it OK to reuse lingerie? You're like Kelly, but you're...
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Bellow: Cancer
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Tales of a girl in the city. Juin 01, 2006. Well, your father and I just wanted you to know that we got the test results back, and it looks like cancer.". That was how my mother told me, barely 24 hours ago. Her tone wasn't grave- it was more "We've decided to go with blue in the bathroom instead of red" than I would've anticipated. But, who could blame her? She was in shock. I was in shock. I am still in shock: My father is never sick. And now he has lung cancer. Is that plant an epiphyte? This work is ...
