June 21, 2020

Published in AMERICAN THEATRE MAGAZINE  October, 1990

A crying baby expresses its emotional truth—its breath picks up its essential survival impulses and turns them to sounds, which demand a response. If the response comes, the baby lives. If the call is unanswered, the baby dies,...

June 20, 2020

My mom died the morning of June 5th, at the ripe, full age of 84. The day previous she’d spent a long, leisurely, laugh-filled FaceTime with her granddaughters, a regular quarantine ritual, and this past January we had all made the trek from L.A. to Orkney to ring in the New Year...

April 12, 2019

I included a video in my newsletter yesterday & I wanted to take it back the minute I released it. But pressing “send” means tha​t's​ that. 

Naturally, I watched the video repeatedly. I listened to my voice ​grow singsong; I watched my own head bob and wobble - how strange t...

February 16, 2019

"Once there lived a king and queen who were rich and had everything they could wish for but no children. She complained day and night about this, and said,

"I am like a field on which nothing will grow."

Opening lines of "The Donkey," a Grimm's tale


 

And once there was a student w...