Last Saturday, I walked 6.2 miles with my friend Colleen for Story Summit, called "Walk for Story." I also brought my ukulele along and played a couple of Beatles songs because I was "Team Beatles" from the musical Across the…
View writingThey were two people getting into a car under the bright lights of Times Square. They were very drunk. We were fascinated, being twelve years old and country bumpkins. When the confrontation started with the driver and the police came,…
View writing"Are they drunk?" "I think so, they're pretty messed up." Gary and I were in Times Square, the year was 1958, we were twelve years old. I t was a few minutes past midnight in March. We had traveled to…
View writing....But my defensiveness started to fall away as soon as Harper and Will left NYC, because that’s when I started to recognize that Harper’s apprehension and fear of rejection were not that different from that of so many other marginalized…
View writingIf you are an artist of any sort, loss is part of the Life....and not just losing,but rather making losing as much an art as any other art you strive to express into the world. Show Business has been my…
View writingThe art of losing is letting the pain of the loss evaporate into the ionosphere before it touches your heart. That's what I practice when a foundation turns down my grant proposal or when a film festival rejects my film.…
View writingThe summer after my dad died, I fell off our motorboat twice. The first time sort of made sense. We were docking at Blakely after a dinner at Rosario Resort, where my parents honeymooned some fifty five years earlier. I…
View writingI am lost in losing, and I’ve elevated the act of losing my mind to an art. I usually experience what I refer to as a “trough” in August and February. I escaped February this year by leaning into my…
View writingI try to be very mindful with my speech. I know first hand how harmful words can be, even if they're said with the best intentions. Words can indeed hurt, disproving the saying that "sticks and stones can break my…
View writingIn 1984, we could have bought a house In Portland, there was a three-story place with an asking price of $60,000. In the 9 months we had lived there, we liked all kinds of things: the way you could find…
View writingI doubt it. I seriously doubt it. Even though I didn't start written journals after journal after journal until i was 15 years old (where else would an emotional wanna - be actress be able to give full rein to…
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