The past couple of weeks I’ve thought and written about community and self discipline. How we don’t create in a vacuum, but must talk to…
What a week of muse punking it has been! Having said a resounding “yes” to my artistic vocation (and continuing to do so), confirming events…
Sometimes, my demons tell me, “You’ll never write again. You’ll never paint again. Remember when you wanted to be an actor, you’ll never do THAT…
A coupla weeks ago, I told you of The Edwardian Ball, and recommended it as a muse-punking expedition. To my unspeakable delight, local writer Sean…
The phrase “one day at a time” has permeated our culture through the influence of Alcoholics Anonymous, but it is not a new concept. There…
When I was in the 8th grade, I developed an overwhelming interest in Shakespeare’s “Hamlet.” I was obsessed. I read the play over and over…
When I was a child in kindergarten I worried about entering the first grade. In particular, I was worried about meeting the gym teacher, a…
I was at an event once where a writer (a good writer, whom I admire) was attempting to win a literary trivia game and not…
About six years ago, artist/teacher/community activist Todd Brown astounded me at his workshop, “The Art Of Not Knowing.” It was my first-ever art class. After a…
Is there anybody in America who is not plagued with ambivalent feelings this time of year? Religion, family, politics, hope, war & peace, guilt, memory,…