I could make you, now, a detailed list of all the coverings, large and small, that I constructed to keep myself hidden…I used this passage as a prompt a few hours ago. An 8 minute writing exercise to hopefully initiate further creativity. Reading back I realize that the result was Read more
She leaned over, drawing me into her side. I fit with my head sitting on her chest. The hymn finished and she pressed her lips to my crown. “You’re just like me, you can’t sing a note.” Bestowed with lack, but bonded too. I squeezed my shoulders into mum’s side Read more
Resurrection time. I’ve been her before. It’s the nature of cycles and seasons. I thought I’d be ready to surface with the start of Spring, but even the grizzlies are late this year. It’s still the season of Spring cleaning, which means a purge of the camera roll. Imposing an Read more
That’s the caption of a New Yorker cartoon. The image is of an actor on a stage looking out past the footlights at rows of folks standing and applauding but there’s a spotlight on ONE person sitting and scowling. I barked a laugh of recognition. Oh boy, did I feel Read more
There’s lots of scratching out and “try that again”. Good it’s not an actual race because I’d have been eliminated due to all the false starts. But, it’s not all for naught. And honestly that’s the most soothing thing I can tell myself, otherwise I’d spiral into metaphorical covers pulled Read more
Hello cursor. Hello screen. Hello random reader. Hello subscriber whose spring purge I managed to evade. I’ve debated the wisdom of resurrecting my musings after these many months of dormancy. Perhaps I have unwittingly arrived in that good night. I’ve certainly been quiet long enough. But the timing feels premature; Read more
How long does it take to fall in love… with yourself? Do you love yourself? When did you know you loved yourself? In the movies love happens in a tight hour forty five. Day and night collapse and time is a magical construct. I’ve experienced the time bending power of Read more
This is my first post on the craft of acting, which is wild considering it’s this thing I love and have spent well over 10,000 hours doing, so I’m pretty good at it per Malcolm Gladwell. To whit I spent a hefty amount of the past two weeks on a Read more