POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
Resilience
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Calling it Quits – And Starts
A pseudo-scientist has to know when to call off the experiment for the sake of the health and well-being of the subjects involved. It is best for everyone. What I will take with me? The darkened rooms, and the candlelight after 8 pm.
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I’m gonna pass on the Ageism Kool-Aid
I can honestly say I have much less fear and anxiety when it comes to what other people think. (Notice, I did not say “no fear and anxiety”: we all fear the trolls, I think.) Yes, I’m the only mature adult on the slope with her arms out “like an airplane landing” – but that…
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On Attention
The question is where to focus. Angst or answers. And yet, if I am looking for answers, will I need to articulate questions? Or isn’t that exactly what poetry is? Unarticulated questions. I may not learn to identify all of the plants along my running route by name, but I can begin with the goal…
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Of Lobsters and Unintential Lies
I find myself nearly every week telling at least one hurting teenager that it does get better. That these are definitely not “the best years of your life” for everyone. I hated high school. Even college was a struggle. But I love my life now. Every year, things got better. Except that, well, maybe they…
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The Making of Objects
I was probably 6 or 7 when I first remember making something. I made my grandfather a birthday card; rhyming couplets in my own handwriting, and a watercolor of the two of us fishing from the side of a lake. It was on thick, cream paper. I can’t remember where the paper came from. I remember the…
