POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
I have to admit to myself that very little of my life has gone according to plan. It would be comforting to claim that this has been for the best. But it has been, such that this is now. I find myself circling back to old desires that were somehow discarded along the way –…
I have been wanting a sea change. Craving one, actually. Watching for signs from my body: what causes stress, what releases it. I’m trying to carve pockets into the days to focus on intentional redirection. But this time there can be no packing up and moving house. There’s no new job, no new relationship, no…
This morning things seemed to edge into a familiar groove. E. is home again, and Leonard stuck his cold nose in my face just before the clock went off. Dog bladders make the most urgent alarm clocks. I let Leonard out to pee, E. and I pull on wool clothes and running shoes and head…