POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
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…
Standing on the edge of any conversation and then trying to casually take part—a sudden, disconcerting, change of topic: I experience the question “Where are you from?” as roadblock. A reminder. An unintended declaration of, “We know you don’t belong here.” More than that, the question makes me feel diminished:
I remembered handing one full-length script to a director who weighed it in his hand, smiled and said, “You must have put a lot of work into this.” Clearly, he had no intention of reading it. I was never under the delusion that I was the Next Big Thing on the Great White Way, but…
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.
Life is unfair. . . Most of the time I think I have this figured out. I make choices. Sometimes with risks. And when the consequences are not ideal, I do know God is not punishing me. I know that. So why then, still, these accompanying feelings of shame?