POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
I didn’t have the kind of grown-ups around who would fuss over gold stars, or even say things like “work is its own reward”. I had “that’s nice, but stay in your lane” grown-ups. But part of me has always wanted the gold stars. External rewards only abstractly connect to an actual achievement, because there’s…
Leonard is stretched out on the floor next to me. And barking at the neighbor’s voices squeezing in through the windowsill. His concern is unconvincing. I suppose it’s nice that he feels a sense of duty. He hasn’t moved in a half an hour. I expect this morning’s exceptional walk along the trail was too…
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…