The Journey Towards Me
(Memoir excerpt) When I first arrived in Paris I immediately loved it. Maybe I had watched too many movies but it felt romantic. I had read so many Henry miller books I felt like I already knew the city. It didn’t pretend to be fancy or flashy or perfect. The cab drivers were rude, people […]
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I’m in the middle of writing the book proposal for my memoir, and I’m feeling overwhelmed. Why does my story need to be told? Why will people care? I feel like I’m out in the water flapping around trying to figure out my footing. It reminds me of this time I was in Thailand. I had […]
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(Memoir Excerpt #7) Between eating apples, we worked nonstop from 7a.m. to 4:30p.m. That’s when the man came around to collect the tags from our filled-up crates, and pay us our hard earned cash. Our bodies were completely exhausted, but giddy with excitement at the idea of going to the grocery store and cooking a big […]
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I met Dover at orientation in the gymnasium of our Arts High School on the first day of ninth grade. She was a dance major and I was in theater. She had long dark brown Italian hair and perfect skin. She was fierce and brave and I liked her immediately. I like to think that we were […]
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“I want to live with daddy” I whined as I tearfully moped around the house for the first few months after my parents split. I walked room to room crying, following my mother as she picked up laundry, throwing myself on the bed she was trying to make. “Your father doesn’t want you!” she finally snapped […]
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I’ve always been an expert secret-keeper. I learned to keep secrets at a very young age. It was a family tradition. We were born and bred into it. The first time I remember being tested on my secret keeping abilities was when I was seven years old. At that time, we were living in a […]
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The past few weeks putting this exhibit together has been an amazing experience. I was blown away at the response and the amount of people who participated in the anonymous apology submissions. Reading them all was thrilling, funny and at times, heartbreaking. It was liberating and very scary to put my personal apologies out there, but many […]
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A Canadian born and bred, after living in the united states for years (and becoming an American Citizen) I missed being sorry. Yes, it’s true, we apologize for everything. I’m sorry even when I have no idea why. I’m sorry when I didn’t hear what you said, “Sorry?” I’m sorry when I’m coming out and […]
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Hi, my name is Riva. The name ‘Ruby Garnay’ came to me in a dream one night. It reminds of a free-spirited European aristocrat, rebelliously bounding across a piazza and I just want to yell out to her, “GO Ruby Garnay, you got this!” She’s my inspiration. Maybe if I take some time to look […]
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Go Ruby Garnay 