Mishaps with a mannequin
Laurel Haslam
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When I was a kid – if I ever was a kid, I wanted to be a writer. A few weeks ago- like 100 years later, I said to myself, well that never would have worked, you are a fucking recluse. An old boyfriend used to call me a fucking recluse and I would always…
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Something I rarely think anymore is “I am so far from home”. I guess what I am doing feels like familiar? Right ? Or some switch in me has flipped, like all of this…this whole era has been so over the top, i no longer think about things in a way I recognize. But I…
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There’s this hallway that has become familiar to me the past few years, anywhere in the world I am, I walk down it a few mornings a month. Tuesday night I went to bed exhausted and decided to set my alarm for 20 minutes later than I needed to to get to language class the…
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Today I decided…there is really no other country I could reasonably state I am from and have it be believable. Maybe Canada…but the longer I live outside the US..I see that I don’t think I can pass as anything other than american. Every first day of a new Deutcsh Kurs, I dread telling people I…
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And there is a good chance it’s neither. I actually think its DEM USA. Which would mean I am IM deM USA, but i swear den sounds right…anyhow….I’m in the USA, the low level anxiety of being away from my country is gone. But now, I am away from home….in my home country. Well, actually…
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After class last night, I stayed after class to talk to my student. She was born in Germany, but her family is Turkish…so she considers herself turkish…and commented that the german culture can be a bit dry…and precise…no real zest or FUN. I was impressed of her use of the word zest. English is her…
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I woke up from a dream this morning, the kind that I knew I was dreaming while having it. I have been recording and..I don’t like the word analyzing but more paying attention for the past 10 years. I believe Carl Jung to be one of the most ..profound teachers in my lifetime. I am…
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Before moving to Germany,…but I question if I really moved here. It’s more like…I showed up here on a blind leap of faith. One that deep down felt incredibly wrong, but in the deepest place I knew to be my way forward. Away from heartbreak. Away from a dead end. A way to give up…
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As my favorite client says all the time about German…it doesn’t NEED to be this way…so complicated. It just doesnt. He is from Turkei. I dropped out of school after eighth grade, so walking into a classroom at forty-three to learn German felt like some kind of cosmic joke. Four cases and all. I mean—first…
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Now I’m here. But sometimes, I wonder. I’ve thought about starting this blog a hundred times—usually mid-day, in one of those moments where I stop and think: what the fuck did I do? I laugh, because honestly, what else can you do? In those moments I tell myself, I have to write this all down,…
Mishaps with a mannequin 