“True story! Can you believe it? Some History Major right?” She says the last bit into the glass, literally into the glass because Caroline is drinking from the oversized wineglass I gave her ten years ago for our anniversary. The big bowled goblet is part of the problem because it forces Read more…
It’s a new year, a new chapter, a new city. New York City. It’s the city of my childhood dreams. I lived the dream briefly when I went to theatre school here. I didn’t stick around because I reasoned it would be wiser to strike out in a smaller pond Read more…
I went to see the film Holy Motors last night. Wow. I hadn’t read any reviews because I didn’t want other people’s impressions to color my experience. I do know that it made a ton of top ten lists and is lauded all over the globe. But “Wow” is my Read more…
No Wednesday post! Again?! The middle of this week was stuffed to capacity, an overflowing of sloppy joe guts in this week’s life sandwich. And the recipe didn’t allow for sides like blogging. It was an interesting day with the voices. They were a chorus of ‘shoulds’. The sane option Read more…
So many voices. So many voices inside my head that when I was ten I worried I’d inherited the crazy gene. I had heard the stories about the crazy aunt in Jamaica. I had my own memories of her, so faded I had to squint to remember but the craziness was Read more…
“The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody’d move. You could go there a hundred thousand times.. Nobody’d be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you’d be so much older or anything. It wouldn’t Read more…