|A Los Angeles Childhood -Day 4 - Bonsoir to Paris Soirees|
|Thursday, 16 June 2011 09:08|
How do I begin to explain thirteen years of a whole process, of remembering and recording memory one artifact at a time, from a time of my life that was dormant for so long, and to do this all in thirty minutes? How can I encompass the whole experience, tell people every story?
I begin by letting the group of about 50 people know that I would like this to be conversation between us, many voices. These people, Parisians, ex-pats, between 2 and 30 years and those of us there on holiday, all sitting around in a very large circle on the perimeter of this room which used to be a dance studio, and is now home to Patricia Laplante Collins, our generous hostess. We had all walked up the four flights of wooden stairs to the top, and were greeted by Patricia and her wonderful black lab, Eve.
Questions ranged from process, to any teachers I had who influenced me and told me I could do whatever I set my mind to do. How did I survive when so many others in my same situation, didn’t?
Queen Stinky, I told them and began to furnish the details of this small four year- old girl who I was, who started to take back her power and refused to eat or take a bath when my parents went on a honeymoon without me. I told them how my Uncle Dave said, “If this is what having a child is like, I don’t want one.”
That part of the evening complete, I walked to the Metro and bus with my friend Sonia and another woman, a judge, who was visiting Paris from Chicago, a light mild rain coming down and blessing us. And it was sweet!
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