The Quote is by Alice Walker
Saturday, I sat on a park bench with my friend, Caroline B. Huddleston. She is a long-standing member of the "Katie Morgan, Very Special Friend Club." She buys me a cup of coffee whenever she returns to the south from NYC.
The caffeine allowed us to talk at an abnormal speed. We sat in HP village, heart of our city, amid ponies, Prada, and fake boobies. (The first two are fair game for us. The third, well, check out http://www.absolutelysafe.com/). When it comes to my life aspirations, I'd rather wear a bracelet that states: BE LIKE SHAKIRA.
"Lucky that my breasts are small, like my mother, so you don't confuse them, with mountains."
Caro had left NYC for 72 hours. She flew from an office that specializes in house, garden, and travel. She told me it has a similitude of Xanadu. She offered a piece of advice. It stuck to the ribs of a starving writer.
Stop writing: 'How Mexicans will win the Alamo back,' The 95 Theses, and my own tales of little house on the prairie. I am in the process of writing all this and more for my own disturbed pleasure. It is time, Caro urged me, to get smart and to start a blog.
Today, 11 o'clock, October 22nd, 2007 I have shared a piece of me. Written down in white.
I will never go hungry again.
Monday, October 22, 2007
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