Nissa A. Laughner
Nissa at a beach in Southern France. I was surprised by the vendors who walked along the shores selling coffee and pastries. At the time that this picture was taken, I was beginning to show the signs of a sun burn, and I was wearing a fine layer of sand.
|There is a note written in the scrawl of a four year old--I went to the sea. It was salty.
I found some shells--in a diary a mother was keeping for memories' sake.
As I turned the pages of this diary, I had difficulty believing that those large, uneven pencil marks came from my hand. I try to remember the fat,
smooth hands picking up large pink shells, grabbing piles of wet sand, and wrinkling at the fingertips from too much salt water.
But the words trigger no memories.
Nevertheless, this diary page is graced with a drawing of an off-pink flamingo, dipping his beak into those large block letters of mine, attaining nourishment for the last fifteen years from the simple story that they tell. I am impressed with the honesty of these words, and I wonder at times whatever happened to the oh-so direct person who wrote these words. I find that these words also nourish me.
I wish I was as good at distilling the events of my life today as that four-year old child. In these personal pages, then, I hope to preserve that simple and honest voice. For those who are searching for a synopsis of my professional development, please turn to my resume. For those who are seeking to discover more about who I am, please continue to the next page. Also, please read a message specifically intended for you about this website.
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| Nissa Laughner's homepage project Fall, 2002
In partial fulfillment of MMC 5015, Electronic Publishing, taught at the College of Journalism and Communications at the University of Florida.