pART won Feed yourself art. Feast on it. This is my advice to any artist. Most importantly seek art that is outside your discipline. When young actors used to ask me for advice I always told them to read. Some people are intimidated by books, don’t be. Read anything. Read Read more
She began reading the sentence again. She was tempted to skim over it but it might have information she’d need. Was this old kitchen wisdom even relevant today? If you want an onion to keep, put it in…. the thought paused as she tried to find the word that wasn’t Read more
All her Jewish friends were posting their amends for Yom Kippur on their socials. Her yoga teacher had said that any big religious holiday was a great time to meditate regardless of your faith. Something about the concentration of energy. Over 15 million people were taking inventory of their sins Read more
It’s 3:33. I think I should make a wish. And then I laugh at myself because I am a grown ass woman and I should be thinking serious thoughts. There’s a pandemic for chrissakes. For the record grown ass people are just as prone to superstitious reflexes as the gaggle Read more
I’ve finished all my Christmas chocolates. The rich dark brick from ChocoSol. The bar from SOMA with decadent cocoa nibs sprinkled across it. The Camino single origin. All gone. These are not bars for binging. They are artisanal, imagine a Lady Danbury eyebrow arch, to be savoured square by square. Read more
I can’t even pretend to have focus. Well I can but it’s fleeting. There has never been a date like this November 3rd that I’ve waited for with as much trepidation and furtive hope. I nurture it clandestinely and try to go about business as usual. I made carrot soup Read more
She’s tall for a troll. But she shape shifts so that detail might be moot. Sometimes she curls into herself like a cat, a dark mass on the periphery, ill-defined but ever present. Her details are fairly spectacular. Her limbs are long but all the joints are outsized and arthritic. Read more
“Wow” she whispered. It was going to be like that. Rude awakenings. Quite literally discovering ugly truths about your new lover before the coffee was cold in the cup. Leesa’s coffee always went cold. She didn’t really love coffee truth be told, but it was the one social libation she Read more