It is easy to get swept up in pop culture sentiment – I remember having all of the grief a 14 year old could muster when Kurt Cobain died, much to my chagrin – but this one truly hurts. I’m not sure if I have the words or the eloquence to say why, but here is my little tribute to Dolly Parton.
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The Art in Death (Part One)
It was a cloudy day when my friend and I agreed to meet up. I had asked her if she would sit and chat with me about her artwork. Unfortunately, just after we grabbed our pastries and coffee, it began to sprinkle and we decided to head back to my house. Although I recorded our conversation, my dogs decided to be a handful – either trying to swipe our pastries, force us to play ball, or bark at imaginary invaders. This, amongst other things, made for a terrible recording, but still…a thoughtful, albeit distracting, conversation.
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When people see me, they see an American. I sound American. I live in America. I have an American partner and son. I was born in America. But what exists on the surface is not always true. I’m also half German.
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