Father
Father was one of the first Big Words I took on and I’ve been at it for almost two years on and off. It’s a big big word and it’s been a valuable contemplation. If you remember the earlier post you’ll know this has changed quite a bit.
Subway
I love the subterranean world of the subway.
Mother
For most of us who sign up, Motherhood is the biggest, most wonderful, most frustrating and demanding job we ever do. It is exceptional and ordinary, divine and accursed. And you never look at your mother the same way after you’ve gone there. I’m pretty sure it’s way bigger than I yet know.
The Very Thin Man
I get by with a little help from my imaginary friends.
Bogie
My first Bogie period began in 1973, at Berkeley. And it didn’t seem like a weird juxtaposition at the time. I went through a lot of the oeuvre again at the beginning of the century (my, doesn’t that ooze with scope.) It’s amazing how different the cigarette smoke looks to us. But otherwise…there’s still a beguiling rhythm and charm.
Spring Cleaning
It seems like a natural time to clean all the dust bunnies from underneath the furniture and scrub all the surfaces–especially after doing taxes and other drudgery of the season. And what about the detritus of the mind?
Shoes
A surprising mirror to the soul, the corn, the callous, the bunion, the grimace and the confidence. From Big Words.
People
OK we can skip the Streisand. What about hanging on for twenty, thirty years. That counts for something, doesn’t it? In a small community we’re all part of the backdrop. Sometimes wonderful; usually underappreciated.
About Living in the Moment
Miriam’s description of her mother’s steps into dementia are real, told in a light-hearted way which makes the underlying reality and changes over time in her mother’s cognitive abilities bearable, even funny. As a clinical associate in the field, a support group facilitator and caregiver educator I relish Miriam’s words and the pictures she paints so vividly. Cat
Broken Hearts Seem Such a Waste
This piece from About Love has gone thorugh a lot of transformation–from problem piece to oneof the centerpieces of the show. I’ll feature this piece at Scratch–Portland’s wonderful performance lab. In the meantime, what do we do with that detritus from love gone bad?