POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
So much of the morning wasted. I would have been better off sleeping in. I have nothing to say. I saw a meme about discernment – about knowing when your voice isn’t needed in a conversation. It is such an important lesson. But there are days when being humbled also means slipping into feelings of…
There are nine teaching days left before the end of the term. Before grades are due. Since exams are cancelled this year, it makes things more difficult. Every year I remind the student that I am not here to give them a gold star for what they can already do, for for natural talent, but…
This month I rediscovered a bit of myself. A shape I thought I’d lost with the years. With diapers and broken bones, with late-night squabbles and hot flashes. It seemed that with the realization — not an intellectual knowledge, but a bodily understanding that this life — my life — is finite, I began living too widely. Trying to fit it…
I’m still searching for a comfortable way to be in the world. I’m still struggling with wanting to be seen, while wanting the freedom to keep growing in ways that being seen prevents. Lately for no particular reason I can discover, I get flashbacks of events of my life – arriving from another perspective. It’s…
Yesterday after work I took a long bath without my mobile phone. Without earbuds. No podcast, no music, no news. I can’t remember the last time I did that. I had a rush of ideas. Most of them related to work, but that was fine really. Creativity feels good regardless of the arena. I got…