I've been bogged down with cleaning my home office. It's taking me forever because I seriously have written thousands of poems, a dozen or so stories, screenplays, and songs, so I find myself reading through a lot of it and passing judgment. Not being too self-critical, just realistic, at LEAST 99% of what I've written since the age of 7 (43 years) is driveling crap. No joke. The rhymes are forced, the topics maudlin, and I'm quite stunned. You'd think after writing for 43 years, just out of sheer practice I would have produced much better stuff. *sigh* All I can hang on to is that I probably have one short book's worth of decent stuff.
In addition to my writings, I'm coming across pictures. I'd been wondering what ever happened to that picture of my mother that I took of her on her 50th birthday. I found it in a folder in my filing cabinet. No idea what it was doing there. Anyway, here it is. I bought her 50 white roses for her 50th birthday. I also came across one of the few pictures in existence of me with my original Brooke Shields eyebrows before I discovered tweezing and got rid of them . . . one of my regrets.
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| Me aged 12, Owego, NY |
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| My mom aged 50, Austin, TX |
2 comments:
How WONDERFUL that you are finding all these treasures. I LOVE old pictures....And these are so very precious.
love the old pictures, you haven't changed much. wonder why she was so unhappy with all those beautiful roses what a nice thought!
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