POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
I am realizing that I don’t always have to be the one who attempts to accommodate everyone else’s preferences, social or otherwise. I can stop beating myself up for not succeeding at this, for not being what everyone else wants or expects. (I know this sounds banal to many. I know I sound like a…
There is something called a nocebo effect: it happens when someone is convinced that a medication is going to have a negative effect. I don’t think there is a word for what I have now. I am weaning off the medications and feeling more energetic than the weaning would realistically afford. Maybe it is just…
E. has slept in a half-reclining position on the couch for 3 nights now. I am grateful I got a flu shot this winter. Though I’m honestly a little resentful that he can nap during the day. I also use it as an excuse to feign frustration over not being able to do morning yoga…
I can’t remember what I have written before. So I am certain I’m repeating myself. So many things slip through and past me – always have, but the last two years things have been worse. Better and worse. Now there is the tip of a show tune nudging me just behind my ear. “Well, ……
Not first thing in the morning. Not the beginning of the week. Not the start of a month. Year. Decade. Watershed of any sort. Explore, discover, question, create. Ce n’est pas an inspirational meme. The doctor says this is my problem. I’m stifled. Yesterday I looked up the dates on my prescriptions to tally up the months…