He was a man who shone in the perfect light of where he was absolutely meant to be. And in the 2nd Act of BIG RIVER, as I stood off stage left to watch and hear him sing "Free At…
View writingThere’s a scene somewhere in Shakespeare, a dialogue. One character is saying something like, You know my faults. If such a one as I be fit to be forgiven (I’m not sure that’s the word,), well then, forgive. The answer…
View writingAgatha sat on the bed. She remembered her family. Each of them had loved fiercely. Herr Finkham loved Germany. Defending her was his purpose in life. He would not leave her to Hitler, and that was his death sentence. Sarah…
View writing“There’s no way around it.” “Around what?” “A truth we both know.” “Iris, please. Stop being dramatic.” “Keri. Pushing it away doesn’t make it untrue.” Keri spun her engagement ring with her thumb. It was loose. She’d lost weight recently,…
View writingThere are some people who crash-land into your life, and these people, rare and precious, are what I would call "ferocious". Claudette is as multi-colored as any rainbow , deep as any emotional tidewater, as impressive as any steel-cut die,…
View writing“Ferocity.” I don’t need to look it up; its root is “feral” as in cat-like, as in Big cat-like. Aggressive, possessive. At this point, in pain, I don’t have the energy to be ferocious about love. I don’t have love…
View writingThere once lived an artist, a woman of no profession. By law, she was a dependent, by nature, not capable of making choices, or so it was believed. Why should a woman have the option to choose anything without the…
View writingTo be drunk on nostalgia is to imagine everything is over, it’s never coming back, it almost never was. That this is not life anymore, it’s death, and you’re looking backwards to some time when you were alive, and you…
View writingI think not. Today is yet just another beginning. We’re simply taller. Xx
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