This post was written before Hurricane Sandy started her march toward the coast. Today, I'm sending hopes and prayers for the safety and welfare of everyone in the path of the storm. *** This is my 26th post. Hard to believe that this blog is almost seven months old! The more I write, the more… Continue reading Cosmic creativity — say what?
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A rather cranky meditation on fear
I’ve done many things I regret*. (No, I'm not going to list them here. Hee.) A few very big things, many medium and small things, and hundreds of teeny thoughts or words or actions that pile up drop by drop over time. Here I am wading up to my knees in regrets – I wish… Continue reading A rather cranky meditation on fear
Beauty fail, beauty win
A few weeks ago, I freaked out and bought some cosmetic spackle to "fill + seal" my frown lines. Yeah. I was killing time in the Barnes and Noble, and I wandered across an article in a fashion magazine about my 'elevens'. I didn't know about these until I read this article -- 'elevens' are… Continue reading Beauty fail, beauty win
I want pizza: Losing ourselves in the Atlanta airport
The mother of all tantrums. You know, the one when you and your kid totally lose it? The one that you fear as a parent? THE GIANT LENGTHY EXTENDED RE-MIX OF ALL THE PREVIOUS TANTRUMS TURNED UP TO ELEVEN ON THE VOLUME KNOB -- THE MOST PUBLICLY HUMILIATING SCREAMFEST COMPLETE WITH VIOLENT FLAILING TO HIGHLIGHT… Continue reading I want pizza: Losing ourselves in the Atlanta airport
My heart is haunted: silent, spoken, sung
I’ve been haunted by a story all week. The story sits in the room with me, trails behind me as I walk, hovers over my spooned-in oatmeal, perches on my nightstand as I sleep. When I wake in the night I see it gazing at me hazy and shimmering. Waiting. My neck-hair prickles. My fingers… Continue reading My heart is haunted: silent, spoken, sung
How to fall like a cat
I'm intensely afraid of falling. Roller coasters? Um, an emphatic NO THANK YOU. I don't have that fun kind of titillating scary wheeeee! experience on the coasters. I despise them. I fear them. Even riding the Ferris wheel at the NC State Fair has me muttering protective spells under my breath and trying not to… Continue reading How to fall like a cat
“Our youth is the very oldest part of us”
When you have a moment, check out this fantastic article about creating theatre for young people: Theater of the Young, For the Young by Steven Dietz. I've been thinking about it ever since I read it. In particular, the quotes below captured my imagination in a big way. Age is not a horizontal marker, but… Continue reading “Our youth is the very oldest part of us”
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