In 1995, my nephew did a portrait of me. He was nine years old. It was his homage to Matisse's portrait of Nono Lebasque. Coming soon: "My Nephew Could Paint That."
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- my mother and Max Reger
- wired for a main course and dessert
- that room, still "somewhere in time"
- from a sixth grade autograph book, 1958
- Dear Diary, 1958
- a student goes to Washington
- in the shadows
- Kiddie Rides
- leaving the building
- the ride can take you
- Ghost Story
- my "Love with the Proper Stranger" coat
- family trip to Puerto Rico, 1965
- 1940: my mother
- in the Brooklyn park
- those cold toes
- when the leaves began to fall
- a photo that was always a mystery
- "Project Runway?"
- 2/25/41
- two old NYC hotels
- when the sled stops
- sitting watching paint dry on a "kook watch"
- "My Nephew Could Paint That"
- True Love
- The True Story
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- I am retired and reinventing myself in imaginative and creative ways.
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