POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
Being busy, being occupied with the ordering of things gives me an illusion of control. Once that flurry of activity is over, the illusion is broken. I feel vulnerable. I think that is why, content as a I am in so many ways, I have flashes of envy when you share your experiences of arranging…
Yesterday I went to a friend’s theater production downtown. It was an evening of storytelling by seven women, from seven countries. So, I thought about you. Some of these women were war refugees, some economic migrants, and some came for love.