Poem- I’m Fine

July 13, 2011

I think I became a writer because I am a horrible communicator. I have spent a lifetime trying to be understood. When I’m nervous I talk faster than an ADHD auctioneer with a meth habit. I am the Jackson Pollock of conversation, throwing every color at the canvas hoping something will stick. I have trouble [...]

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Knees, Earlobes and the Laughing Buddha

July 9, 2011

How do I hold on to this feeling, this space that I’m in right now? Tonight I don’t care who has unfriended me on facebook, or has stopped following me on Twitter, or why. I admit that I notice when the number goes down, that I’ve gone over my lists with a fine-toothed comb and [...]

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These are the Rules

July 5, 2011

I have children. Having children requires rules. It also seems to require repeating those rules, ad nauseam, until they are etched into my children’s brains like grooves in a vinyl album. I first wrote these rules when my daughter and son were five and three, respectively. Now my children are eleven and nine. The rules [...]

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An Education

June 24, 2011

Today I started another project and another blog. Except I didn’t really start the project, I identified the project. It’s something I’ve already been doing but without a sense of purpose, without any focus. I sometimes pride myself on not having a high school diploma. It soothes my rebel soul to know that I don’t [...]

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Before Racism

June 12, 2011

When I was a child racism did not exist. My Irish-American, Catholic grandmother had grandchildren that were varying degrees of white, black, latino and Jewish. My neighborhood, and neighborhood school, were even more diverse. I lived in the sort of images I saw on Sesame Street and in the United Colors of Benetton ads. I [...]

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Return of the Feral Cat

June 7, 2011

“I don’t wanna go back,” I whined to myself and the precious few who would listen on Sunday. I’d only packed for a week, I had to go back. I wouldn’t mind living one week at a time. It’s a good way for me to live, really. I’m still that free-spirited girl who can never [...]

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Centered

June 4, 2011

On Wednesday I signed up with Central Casting. It’s old and it’s famous, and it’s kind of ordinary as experiences go. I’ve been able to do a little bit of background work (one episode of House, and another project where I wasn’t exactly an extra, but it was the same kind of experience). So many [...]

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Play Faire

May 31, 2011

Every year that I work faire I find myself trying to explain the appeal to people who don’t. “Aren’t the costumes uncomfortable?” they ask. “You get used to it.” Which means, yes, but not very, and really, you do get used to it. “Does the faire provide your costume?” “No, but that’s part of why [...]

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365- Orchid

May 2, 2011
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I Don’t Want Your Money, Honey

April 27, 2011

Pile just a little bit more on top of me than I can handle and I will amaze you. There is a well of strength and resourcefulness that I tap into in a crisis that is like being granted superpowers. I take a strange relief in doing what must be done, just rolling up my [...]

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