Let’s KonMari that clutter of cosmetics and kick the addiction to beauty
A poem about my early addiction to makeup. A plea to do a Marie Kondo on the muck on our makeup shelf. Think of the benefits in savings and self esteem!
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Journey: a play of identity
Scene 1: Seoul City crowds in the lunch hour all strolling all perfect and perfectly attired. No, this is not a movie. This is real. Scene 2: me in the Uncanny Mirror. Yes that is my identical identity, my oddness vast forehead, tuft of feathers and cloudy evanescent self. I’m lonely. I like her. I […]
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Walking back home: joy of serendipitous pavement art
It’s not a long walk home from aerobic dance class, just five small blocks, and I’ve walked that route hundreds of times. But it’s still full of beautiful surprises. Walk home with me now and I’ll show you what I saw tonight. Small bunch of grapes, elegantly squashed. 2. A question mark on the footpath. […]
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One more post about face-blindness then I promise to stop
In which the syndrome of prosopagnosia demonstrates and exacerbates the problem of finding a photograph that represents the true identity of an older person.
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