A washed-up figure skater imagines what could have been if she hadn't choked when she had her big chance...

my first dog

I miss this lil poocher.

Another Gem

"March 6, 1996


Today I went to poterey class. We made cups. Mine is a soup mug. When I glaze my mug I will write Molly around it. At each notch I will make a circle (or dot). It will be writen in light blue. It'll have confettie. Lots will be wite. My cup is a slab cup. A slab is a flat peace of clay. I used an 11 inch long slab. It's about 4 and 1 half inches wide. The handle looks like a capital C. When it goes in the ciln it will shrink."

Something I find sort of funny about all these journal entries is the matter-of-factness with which I deliver my bizarre concept of reality. Like, is there actually such a thing as a soup mug? In retrospect, this idea may have just been a product of the fact that my father has always preferred to eat his soup out of mugs...He's always been pretty particular about what TYPE of mug he likes to use for soup-holding purposes. I'm glad my mom keeps sending me these. If only Miranda July didn't just publish a book of a book she wrote as a child...

From the Mixed-Up Files of Ms. Molly S. Roth

"Jan. 3, 1996

 I had a dream. It took place at a place near my balet class. The time was in the Middle Ages. Angelica asked her dad for a suit is shing armor. It was all blody. There was a dragin that breathed out fire. It was really what it was like in the Middle Ages. I know what it was like because I was at the Renaissance festible. I went jousting and I got knighted too. My dream was wered. I had it in the morning."

My favorite thing about this is that I managed to spell "Renaissance" correctly, but failed miserably at festival. It's weird, because I don't think I've really changed all that much since 1996 - granted I've gotten a little bit better at spelling and grammar, but I still fully understand what my 8 year-old self was talking about, which is pretty freaky!

"Feb. 21, 1996

I think I need glasses. I know eventually I will need them for my mom and dad have them. I think so because I've tested my eyes. I can spell or read stuff 1-10 feet away. But I can't see things 11-what ever the last number is. I know that I'm near sited too."

a drawing of a jewish gangster