POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
From my desk, I face a huge window that looks out on the third-floor void between my corridor and the theater pavilion. Light comes in from the glass ceiling. It’s not a view of the outside, but I got that before work when the world was normal. There are far worse workspaces. Some of the…
We change. At least that has been my experience of the world. Everything in it changes – even if our conceptions don’t change accordingly. We cling to our understandings. Even when they are destructive. We know it of others, railing at our parents for not seeing who we have become when they see us as…
Some injuries don’t show up on MRIs. Those deep wounds that sever psychological/emotional muscles – like torn tendons. And the only thing to do is leave it alone. Give it time. Get on with life, but move with more caution for a while. Sometimes I think working so closely with teenagers creates a kind of…