TAPESTRYComments on an uncommon lifeThis really is a collection of bits and pieces written during three or four decades in the course of different centuries on a couple of continents. I haven't tried to be particularly kind or politically correct. On the other hand, I have carefully avoided mention of a number of people, places and things best buried in a deep pit somewhere out back This is about me. It's far less a chronicle of how it was, than how I felt about how it was. With all the warts. I don't come out smelling like roses. I didn't really mean to. Mostly I'm trying to chronicle a lost world, write a history of a time, a place which, like Tartessos, sank long ago beneath the seas. There are wonderful days and days of misery. Pain and pleasure intermingled. The human mind, the soul, unaffected by mankind's manufacturing genius. We learn a lot. Do we really? Isn't it all the same? We give up some things in favor of others. It's all a trade-off. It's not all wonderful. It's not all a waste. Best not to spend too much time in deciding which to discard, which to keep. There's only one life. You could call it a memoir, you could call it a fairy tale. Either way you wouldn't be far off the mark. It's the story of a young girl with straight, lank blond hair who leaves her childhood home in Chicago's outskirts of the 30's, and finds adventure and a life as one of New York's first women filmmakers of the 50's, as well as a wife and mother of three, then tops it off with thirty years as an expatriate raising her children on the Spanish Mediterranean shore, before returning to America to spend her older age in, of all places, Aspen, Colorado. It's a mélange of prose and poetry, a glimpse of the rich and famous, the often outrageous. It's a love story (but a far cry from the woman's romance category), of a woman who makes her own rules in searching for her ego, in searching for a fuller life for herself and her family. The author'