Who are you? Were we teenagers together, wandering through the North Carolina forest with the Rainbow Tribes? Or advertising wonks together at Grey, where — to paraphrase The Times — the creative is as colorful as the name? Perhaps you’re just some poor eighth-grade student writing a paper on Albert Einstein who stumbled upon this because, really, dear, let’s face it, you’re not very good at research.
Who are you? Why are you here?
March 26, 2008 at 1:58 pm |
Lovely little pieces, pictures are wonderful–love the daffs with the stove pipe.
so this is where Mot first appeared.
do you imagine he left because he was feeling to close to you, too much of an emotion like love which for him would be very threatening.
Nice site. Will explore further later.
B’shalom, Michelle
March 26, 2008 at 3:38 pm |
The homeless artist is a wonderful piece. Perhaps a book of photographs could come out of your attention to it? I related to it strongly probably because of my personal exerience with Outsider Art. My mother and I were also homeless after the war in England, when I was small. She also made art in odd places. Circles of small stones, stones in little nests she wove from twigs, signposts leading nowhere. However, she was schizophrenic. Occasionally she would find job as a cook or housekeeper, she was very refined and quiet. It would last until she went into a fugue state, and employers then realized that she was ill. At one small stately home, where she was Cook, I came home from school to find that she had completely covered the whole of the very large kitchen table with a gingerbread replica of the village, with icing outlining architectural details. As I remember it it was all accurate. We ate nothing else for breakfast and supper until it was gone.
I had forgotten this until your blog brought it back. Thank you. And Wolfstar sitting here says to thank you too.
March 26, 2008 at 5:11 pm |
Kristina,
Oh, I hope you are writing a memoir about this!!! What amazing memories!
Sarah
March 30, 2008 at 2:37 pm |
Nice piece on Ron at seventy. Now all I need to fill in the blanks is how he came to be in your life and what he means to you (and Mot?).
April 22, 2008 at 12:17 am |
Just a reader who found your passover piece…. I thought, I searched, I found. I am a M.A. (Don’t worry, it is easier than you think — a if I can do it any chimp can.)
Good luck in everything.
June 3, 2008 at 5:36 pm |
I’m here because a big clown hit me.
July 8, 2008 at 2:39 pm |
Dear Sarah, I am glad to see that you are alive, happy and well up in M-Town.
About me: I grew up in Huntington WV just down the street from you. We used to walk to school together, shared an occasional cigarette, etc.
I have lived in Columbus, OH for the past 20 years. I currently work for a state agency that provides legal advocacy services to persons with disabilities: http://www.olrs.ohio.gov
I happened upon your blog while rummaging around on google. I think your stories are absolutely wonderful, and I have since visited often in search of updates. My favorites are the piece on daffodils, and the “petty larceny cobbler”. I have always admired your intellect and insights.
Take Care.
July 8, 2008 at 3:26 pm |
Now, see, this is why EVERYONE should have a blog! Hi Art!!! How are you? Send a gossipy email and tell me about the last twenty-five years!!!!
August 30, 2008 at 10:10 pm |
I am only connected because I lived in Morgantown for a few years, but a couple of years ago picked up and returned home to Brisbane, Australia. I was interested to see what blogs were out there related to Morgantown, and yours was at the top of the google search results.
Cheers from Brisbane, Australia!
September 1, 2008 at 9:55 pm |
Hi Kim!
October 29, 2008 at 2:18 pm |
I’m a former WVU student of the English dept. persuasion, and somehow managed to stumble across this via your mentions of the Friendship Room. I’m working for an information and referral agency and it came up in my Google search. Of course I immediately found the rest of your writing engaging, and think I might stay a while.
I’m always curious to see what others in the area have to say about living here.
March 1, 2009 at 8:17 pm |
If you are the Sarah who dragged along a Swedish exchange student to the sf-club at Marshall university (I think it was MU) during your senior year in high school? Well, then I am that Swedish girl!
Nowadays, I am an author (I even write some sf..) and teach creative writing at the university where I live (in Sweden)
!/Kristina