POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
I read an article the other day about döstädning. It means death cleaning. But a literal translation from Swedish through Norwegian to English in my head is: standing in death. And this is exactly what I feel a need to do this week. For a couple of months now E. has been toying with the…
I have a class at the moment that seems woven together with a thread of pessimism. Cynicism, if it is actually accurate to say people can be genuinely cynical at such a young age. I asked them this morning – the last class before Christmas break – to focus on the future. I asked them…
I’ve been struggling with inflammation and the overall discomfort that brings. But we we did a Sunday run anyway. I need it most when I want it least. It rained. I actually can’t remember the last time I went outside and it was not raining. Everything is on the edge of freezing, and at two-thirty…
My memory has always been poor. I’m assuming that is what can happen when people in your life rewrite your stories for you from early childhood. I was familiar with the term “gaslighting” before it became a buzzword a few years ago. At least I think I was. I know I’d seen the film with…