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?
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
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
How did you memorize those lines?
"How did you memorize those lines?" I heard this question for the first time as an undergraduate sitting in the audience during a post-show conversation with the actors. The "How did you memorize those lines?" question elicited eye-rolling, sneers, and ill-concealed laughter from my theatre-major friends and me. (We experimented with a lot of things… Continue reading How did you memorize those lines?
I don’t want boo-boo
A few weeks ago, my daughter tripped on the sidewalk and skinned both knees and the palms of her hands. These were the real deal -- bloody, angry-looking, quarter-sized sidewalk burns. Just looking at her injuries made me wince, gritting my teeth as I recalled the hot-burning-jabbing-needles sense-memory of the childhood skinned knee. My kid… Continue reading I don’t want boo-boo
Running toward monsters
If you ask my daughter what she’d like to be when she grows up, she’ll say a fairy-princess-ballerina. If anyone can do that, she’ll be the one. It’s been a long journey for us to Princessville. For a long time, I resisted cluttering her little girl life with what I considered to be the mind-numbing… Continue reading Running toward monsters