Year: 2022
Art
Cards vs. Christmas
Christmas just hasn’t been my bag since my mom died of breast cancer in 1987. Around 1992, I was enrolled in the sculpture program at University of Houston and came up with a way to express my anti-Christmas sentiments. In my previous post, Anti-Christmas Show, I posted some photos from that show. I’d set out […]
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Anti-Christmas Show
These are images from an Anti-Christmas art installation I did at River Oaks Theater, Houston, TX, c. 1992. I installed three Christmas trees with the themes of Money, Time and Death, and Family. I hung a fourth tree from the ceiling by the trunk and jammed it into a black velvet dress; it was about […]
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Work
Writing
Committing to My Commitments
I’m Resisting Change, but I’m Doing it Anyway Really, I am too hilarious. I can see it. I’ve listened to several encouraging audiobooks over the last year, all of them cheering me on to commit to the life I want. But as I listen, I notice the self who is pushing back, the one who […]
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Writing
Starting Somewhere
My first post on Medium https://medium.com/@heidimacdonald5000/starting-somewhere-f7a7f0ea758f I didn’t realize I could post it here, and link to Medium. I did that for the next one.
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Political
Writing
We Don’t Need No Stinking Heroes
No matter which of the many addresses my sister and I lived at as we grew up, we always lived under my mother’s punishing roof. We were subjected to our alcoholic mom’s cruelty and humiliation when she managed to notice us; the rest of the time, we were merely neglected. (It wasn’t all bad, but […]
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Writing
My Side of the Moon
With my eyes closed and head tilted back against the top of my seat, under the dome of the Flandrau Planetarium, I remembered myself. I was sitting in the almost dark listening to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon in surround-sound with the laser light show flickering across my eyelids. Oh yes. This is […]
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Political
Writing
Win an Assault Rifle at the Cochise County Fair!
Last September, I was walking with my friend through a tent at the Cochise County Fair, just outside Douglas, Arizona, about five miles from the US-Mexico border. We were celebrating my birthday a couple of days early. Some group was raffling off an AR-15. As we walked by their table, they gave us a bit […]
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Writing
The Curse of the Cursor
I had a sudden shiver-inducing interview memory today. I’d driven way out on the west side of town to meet with a massage therapist and author. No, I wasn’t going to massage anyone! It was an admin job; I’d be managing her schedule, book sales, correspondence, and taking and making calls. I was wary because […]
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Writing
Suckaaaa!
Yep, I was duped by a seemingly homeless person. I’ve done it one other time for sure, and probably more. I don’t mind being out a buck or two, since the majority of people I meet are just plain hungry. I thought I had pretty good radar for fakes, but this guy had a great […]
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Writing
Baby Earth
They call the sticky, mostly clay mud under Houston “gumbo.” We’d dug a bunch of it up in a field and used it once in my sculpture class at the University of Houston–the day I made my first baby. After I finished it, I carried it over to the road and set it against the […]
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