This is hard work at its finest.
This is not giving up.
Of thinking outside the parking lot.
Of saying, “I can’t hang out, I’m on a deadline.”
A deadline to yourself.
This is about staying away from unicorns and taking the long, long road.
The treacherous, lonesome, highly rewarding, “impossible” road and sticking to it.
This is about longevity.
Overnight is never overnight.
Achievement is talent AND preparation.
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Do I belong here?
A familiar question through the years.
If I’m not accepted by the powers that be, do I belong here?
Liz Gilbert raises the question, “Who in your family felt they belonged?”
Felt they were worthy enough to be invited to the party?
The women in my life are small towny folk, most living in rural parts of Chile.
Most of them caked in gossip distraction, hard work and getting by on the paycheck.
They are also kind people..
Will cook for you
Will laugh with you
Will cry with you
But if you do one wrong in their eyes, beware of the gossip train.
Aunt Carmen wanted to be a hairdresser, she was an entrepreneur, she started her own salon from scratch in the comfort of her family’s home.
She’s now in her 60s.
Aunt Mary started a job with the Municipality years ago as an assistant. Now in her 40s, she’s the Executive Assistant, and salivating for retirement that looms in the distance.
Both are single.
Both hate men.
Both love drama.
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“Don’t become a wandering generality. Be a meaningful specific.”
– Zig Ziglar
It’s been over 3 weeks.
There’s silence and motion happening at the same time, kinda like walking through water.
I’m not good with “static” or slower than normal behavior.
I get irritable, frustrated and, well, hungry.
Kefirs and dried fruit.
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“It’s about notoriously being in their life,” he says, his heart warming thinking about his son.
Who: Jose Garbazo
City: New York, NY
It’s a real laundry mat! Oh, there is a god! The sign is almost hidden from the construction happening beside it. I had a shitty experience at a very old laundry mat down the road, so this is a great day. A very great day. I’m noticing how chipper I am as I shove my dirty clothes into a well-run, brand new-ish machine. Yes, oh, yes! The long, narrow store is full of new machines! I feel like I’m in heaven; I am quietly thankful and trying to control my beaming eyes. And then I can’t seem to get the detergent to work properly, so I ask the nice guy working to help. And he is actually nice. He helps me with such a kindness. It’s a rarity in New York, someone who actually likes their job. Wow.
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Don’t promise me you’ll be there. Just do it. You know how many times we asked America to help us? We read they would. We saw pictures that they would. No one helped us.
I worked at a telephone company – you know the old plugs in? You plug this one to that one and it connects you? Your father would wait for me each evening to walk me home because there’d been some not-so-good stories about a couple of other girls. One, I hadn’t seen in a while; the other, Carmen, well, it had been days since her attack. She wouldn’t take our visits or calls.
Continue reading “Pieces of Chile”
Who: A Triangle, plus 1
City: New York, NY
It’s so much easier to watch from across the street, you don’t have to pretend that you’re not. Three parties: The victim. The victimizer. The witness. He’s a big, tall, burly man; a thick blanket of white hair sits on his head, he tugs at the leash with distaste, disregard, hate. He walks fast, with a purpose. I can’t see his face from across the street; well, more like I can’t get an accurate understanding of his eyes as I keep missing them. They stay set directly in front of him or darting down and shooting bullets at It. “It,” is a beautiful, coffee-colored mutt, mid-size, and in complete terror of him. I can’t distinguish if it’s a male or female, as its’ tail remains wrapped between its legs protecting itself with the sheer will to survive. The witness: the couple who remain a few feet behind, walking briskly in chase of him and it. She’s furious. Her pace matches his set, tense, hate-filled energy; her partner just behind, trying to catch up.
Continue reading “911”
City: New York, NY
Profession: Actor/Admin Asst.
“I am the assistant to the assistant of the richest man in New York City.” This statement grabs our attention with a whip. The moment we hear “richest” anything, people generally go into Ga-ga land. And I don’t mean Lady. I think Maggie knows this and so decides to keep going. She’s got us, and why not, it’s a fascinated story.
Continue reading “Castles in the Sky”