On March 11 of this year we were planning a birthday party for my husband (13th) I had hired someone to Spring clean the house; off to the doctor for my regular blood draw to check my thyroid – then home to wrap gifts, order the cakes, etc. etc. etc. Except as I was leaving …
How to be a Man
When she was 12 and staying with us for several weeks that summer, she asked me if she could get a haircut. She wanted a big change – “Cut it all off!” she said. I asked her to pick some photos, “so we can show the stylist what you’re looking for”. The pictures were not …
I am white…
I hate that there are not enough voices to corral the betrayal and energy of our brothers and sisters to create a permanent change for equal rights, equal respect, equal treatment and equal hope for our nation. I hate that more people are dying in response to the unrighteous death of others.
Quarantine – Chill
I’ve learned that change is not painful – resistance to change is painful. So, in fact, this pain is self-inflicted. Ain’t that a bitch?!
His Final Act
“I helped David to die” was, as I remember it, my last line as Sally in Terrence McNally’s “Lips Together, Teeth Apart”, a woman who brings her husband, her sister-in-law and her husband, (her one-time lover) to spend a summer weekend at her late brother’s summer home on Fire Island before they sell the property. …
Catching up…
Hey! I have missed you. I have come to care about you; feel like I owe you updates and thoughts and loves and challenges and frustrations and celebrations. Except I also feel like I must add good punctuation, grammar and be free of typos, so it’s not the easy going relationship I sometimes think it …
The F Word
I want to talk about feminism… What it means… in the media…to me…to women, generally…to men, generally – and I would really love to hear from you.
Time passes. Time. Passes.
The title of this post is the opening line to one of the most moving productions I’ve ever seen or had the privilege to be a part of… Under Milkwood, identified as a play for voices tells the story of the dream world of a tiny village in Wales, the relationships, the loves and the …
Hope for Happily Ever After…
What a difference a spiritual life can make? I had been in love before and been married before, as had he. The difference for both of us was the acceptance of a power greater than ourselves individually before we ever met and then as a family. We have come to believe and understand that, if …