POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
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…