Because she’s signed up to study journalism in college this fall, Marz has started to read the New York Times Sunday paper—on paper. Last night she tried the crossword for the first time, with occasional help from me. (“The Ghost and Mrs. ____”?
“Muir”.) We got maybe ten answers? 
Rooms that look like a disheveled library or a working studio feel like home. Thrift store vibes. I love to stay in pristine rooms that look like magazine shoots on vacation—but wouldn’t aim to live that way. Couldn’t! What to do with ongoing projects and papers?
This morning, the paper on the ottoman gave me a flash of the handful of years growing up when my parents were happy together and newspapers were spread all over the house throughout the week.
I’m carving lino at my desk (5th of 6 classes printmaking tonight)—and this looks like my grown-up life—including living with a painter, bink, for thirteen years. Except when she had a studio while she was getting her MFA (UI-Chicago), wherever we lived is where she worked.
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