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My Dad Had More Compassion Than Me. He Was Nonjudgmental. He Didn't Care Where You Stood Politically. He Just Took You As A Person On Face Value. He Could Love All Stripes, And That's Why All Stripes Claim Him. He Didn't Judge.

I Dream Of Songs. I Dream They Fall Down Through The Centuries, From My Distant Ancestors, And Come To Me. I Dream Of Lullabies And Sea Shanties And Keening Cries And Rhythms And Stories And Backbeats.

Well, The First Year I Lost My Voice I Didn't Mind So Much Because I Was Going To Have A Baby And I Was Distracted With Him Anyway, I Didn't Even Think About It That Much, Well, Ok, This Is What's Happening.

If I Ignore My Work, I Start Having Anxiety Attacks.

Documenting One's Life In The Midst Of Living It Is A Strange Pursuit.