POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
The lateral flow tests have been negative all along, but I’ve had something – something that is finally letting go. It’s getting just a little bit easier to move around in my body. To think of running again and morning yoga. Nothing can ever go back to normal – back to anything. It never could,…
I’m going through another round of insomnia. E. and I go through a kind of checklist of what might be keeping me up nights and days. We both expect it to be like a button: when we name it, I’d get some kind of an electric shock to light up the path from initial thought…
Kristin Berkey-Abbot has an urge to knit. And I get it. She says that there is a factory that will produce better socks than she could ever knit, but that she has a “yearning” to knit. And, boy, do I get it. This year I am teaching master classes in the Movement for Stage courses.…
Promising myself to read the news a day late from now on. By then I figure what is not true will be caught out, or by then the “truth” will be irrelevant but the consequences real. Either way, I have no need to be on the front lines of information. I’ve no expertise in sorting,…
On my second glass of wine. That’s a fact. It’s not 4.30 am, but nearly bedtime. The beginning of a week-long vacation, though with a long list of things to do. I scroll through Facebook and Twitter and all that is there – because all of it is real. The silly cat videos, the bad…