A series of writing snippets taken from my prodigious archive of materials (journals, letters, notes, etc)–interesting, funny, and otherwise.
Enjoy. I spared you the freaking poetry.
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Primary source: Allison’s journal
1/27/1994
Listening to that awesome Steven Stills tune “Everybody I Love You” on the bus at 6:30 this morning. Dark. Realized Steve was not on a bus when he wrote it.
2/3/1994
(background note: I pierced my nose in 1994)
Dad has pointed out for the 30th time that he’s seen quite a few lesbians AND black women with nose rings. I told him the truth — I’m a black lesbian.
9/2/1995
(background note: written at camp)
Dad just shot me with a BB gun and I freaked. Left and came back. Now he’s gone and it’s nice. My hammock rules. As does Neil Young.
4/28/1997
(background note: I am deathly afraid of flying)
Sitting my butt down in the airport–pre-flight to Phoenix. A priest is waiting to board the same flight. I’m definitely OK. It’s when there’s a nun you have to worry.
All life is suffering
30 AugOne morning I woke up to find one of my kids heading out of the house with a fishing net. He briefly noted that he was going outside to catch butterflies. I thought this was really sweet–and then this exchange happened:
Me: “Oh cool, you’re catching butterflies.”
Paul: “Yeah, we’re gonna kill them later with bb guns.”
Raising boys is __________.
They don’t dial 911. Home protected by Red Ryder BB Guns.
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