The idea that people can be pulled out of their lives and dropped into some nether realm of uncertainty is a terrifying one. When we are not in crisis mode, life, for the most part, has a feeling of certainty. We make plans for tomorrow, we plan for the future, we consider our wants and […]Read More “We can expect someone to come looking for us. We owe each other that, at least.”
Perhaps more than any band I’ve loved it is the Cocteau Twins that have seen me most thoroughly through life. My bedroom window in our home on the corner of Kingston Road and some other road that ended in a cul-de-sac which name escapes me looked out on the side yard. The green of the […]Read More Cocteau Twins for Life
In class the man said “I am so tired of these tropes where the woman in anger washes the dishes,” and I agreed. “Can’t we see her do something else? Masturbate or throw things or shout!” And we moved on to the next student, to read the next scene. This was undergrad, Sarah Lawrence College, […]Read More Mr. Gray Beard Prof
Being female sucks. We all know this. There’s sexism, misogyny, misognoir, rape, and a whole bunch of bs. There’s all the complete ridiculousness of social expectations for women to be pretty and sexy, to be demur, to acquiesce, to be agreeable and nurturing, to be feminine. There’s the guys who look you in the face, […]Read More Being female sucks
I had a great experience writing this commission, and the resulting play, Sanctuary at the Oak Grove, is my favorite play of mine in years (here’s a monologue from the play). In light of the momentous occasion of its completion (there’s still a little work to be done, but it’s all there), I decided to […]Read More Roman Holiday w Stuart Bousel
This is a monologue from my latest play Sanctuary at the Oak Grove. Numa is a lanky 20-something in a knit cap who doesn’t speak unless he has something to say, and he just killed the Rex Nemorensis (King of the Oak Grove) with his bare hands. NUMA (shrugs) Well, I meant to kill. (waves […]Read More Numa
I’d always planned to be one of those culturally literate urban moms who took her kid to see and be part of all the City has to offer. Which is why I’m ashamed to say that my son C saw his very first Shakespeare play this weekend. I could’ve taken him to sock puppet presentations […]Read More Baby’s first Shakespeare
Haven’t been blogging as much since my mother started reading my blog…. since she started commenting, it’s been impossible. Hi, Mom, I love you, but… So I’m here on the subway on my way to some job, some place of employment where I employ myself, and I wasn’t sure if I should bring my laptop, […]Read More meditating on mothers who read blogs
We’re not great gift givers. When it’s my birthday, I tell D exactly what I want. And I ask him to go get it. At some point during this conversation, whether over weeks or a few minutes, we argue about it. D doesn’t like to be told what to get for me, but my goal […]Read More We’re not great gift givers.
I finished my book last night. My novel. It feels strange to say, like after you get married and say “husband” for the first time. I finished the first real finished draft. There’s still bits and pieces, like I know there’s a thing I forgot to put in near the end, and some moments and […]Read More I finished.