POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
I believe there’s a primal, unconscious fear of people whose emotional needs are obvious. There’s the mistrust: if no one else has been there for that person, there must be something wrong with them. And there’s the gut knowledge that loneliness is contagious, I guess. Monkeys shy away from the shunned and the injured, and…
In regard to casual sexism, “Imagine how you’d feel” is never going to be a persuasive point in this discussion. But I don’t think it’s because of a lack of empathy. It’s because of a lack of perspective. On both sides. I believe it’s extraordinarily rare to find a person who doesn’t long to be…
There is no one left to ask who it was that read to me. But someone did. Someone must have held me close, and helped me make all those neural connections between books and comfort. Books are the one, safe place to confront your fears. A book is a therapist office. A confessional. And the…
The question I had put to myself all those years is what do you want to be? Rather than what are you going to do? In some ways, I am grateful for that. For what spontaneity has added to my life. The unexpected is always an adventure. I think it has made me braver than…
I need a definition of necessary, as well. … Even if I subscribe to a faith that deems every person’s existence as integral and meaningful in a cosmic whole, it sort of follows that even worrying about the necessary-ness of things would be unnecessary. Clearly, I need to find something better to do with my…