I’m no longer young enough to try everything, but I’m old enough to try anything. I’m probably allergic to knitting, mysteries, gardening and organized fun. I’m too old and too young for some things anymore: too old to pretend I like those things I really don’t; too young to stop trying new things, even if they might not work for me.
Which came first: the anger or the Bitch? The Bitch started to move in during the muddle of middle school. My mother groomed her. First, she was a frustrated teen: pushing, hiding, wisecracking, seething and getting by. That’s the girl who needed the theatre so much, who was afraid to speak and wanted someone else [...]
I hadn’t checked into a hotel with a man other than my ex in over 20 years. The atmosphere was so charged I could barely sign. There was a king sized bed, a hot tub, and the two of us for hours and hours. Just after midnight we finally dragged ourselves out of bed and down to the beach. I’d heard something about the Leonid meteor shower.
This is the Grand Finale from The Only Way Out is Through, the premiere performance at the Fertile Ground Festival of New Works, Portland January 2010. Dr. Dopfelganger (Cindy Lyndin) has treatment breakthrough for Shelley (Miriam Feder) For information about producing this show contact Miriam at nochowfun@gmail.com
Thanks for a big brown bird, soft and crunchy stuffing, sweet yams, a tart cranberry relish and ample bottles of wine. Thanks for a fresh green salad and don’t mind if I skip the smashed potatoes, rolls and that baked broccoli-cheese traditional. Who would notice? Thanks for bringing this group together year upon year, through [...]
The Avalanche of Loneliness in Small Matters was a little obscure; I can tell from your comments. It was fresh from the emotional soup pot just beneath my skin. And there was more in there for me to think about. My cheerful-most-days-nature bubbles right up from my toes. It’s a bouncy caffeinated energy that steps [...]
She’s too this, he’s too that…I call it the too too s. They become a fixation when I’m in my judgmental mode. And I’ve tried to notice this voice and tone it down; those judgmental lashes hurt me most of all. But we all make judgments and that’s not the same thing.
Sometimes we run around like a chicken with it’s head cut off–sometimes like a mad dog. What an animal! Mad Dog revisited.
This is my holiday greeting this year–a celebration of the sweet spices that find their way into so many winter treats. Happy nutmeg, allspice, ginger, cinnamon, clove and anise. These spices go so well with sugar, chocolate, red wine, conversation and coffee. Stay sweet.