There has already been the karmic work: that what life has transformed in me, this initiation brought on, of necessity, by trials.
Life seemed so simple and joyous when I was growing up.
Mom thinks I live in this dream world where everybody's Ivana Trump.
I hate politics, hate deals, and deal-making, hate meeting with attorneys and agents.
For many people religion can be so easy they stumble right over it.
There was no way we'd ever get spoiled. Daddy made sure to instill in us a work ethic.
We heard stories about fakery and decoys at revivals. I never personally saw any trickery.
It seems to be hard wired into our pleasure centres to move to music.
I had just received my degree in Calcium Anthropology. . . the study of milkmen.
We make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.
I don't really talk about this because it seems indulgent, but I lost my hair, I'm bald, I had alopecia in my teens. That was back in the late '80s, well before people shaved their heads. So it's probably one of the reasons why I have been obsessed with that age, because it's locked in time where I feel like I had this personal loss that so affected my vanity, and I don't really feel like I handled it well. I'm so much older now, so it's not a big deal, but when I think back at it, I can conjure up how I felt then.