This is a sad, kind of personal post, but I wanted to jot it down somewhere. One of my kids’ preschool teachers, known as Mr. Richard, passed away over the weekend, and it’s really hit me hard. He was one of the sweetest, kindest-hearted and generous men I’ve known. The whole class loved following...
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Cascade Lakes Relay Redux
It’s done. I survived. Still digesting the event and what it means to me. My favorite part of it was probably the team camaraderie. Spending almost 40 hours in tight quarters with five dedicated runners (Bruce, Matt, Kamille, Kate & Tom) was like a condensed camping experience. I only knew one of them (Tom)...
Continue readingMy Fictional Dream Life isn’t Bad
Sometimes I have unusual dreams—as we all do—and they can stick with me in a creepy, nightmarish way. But other times, people tell me about their dreams that have me in them, and I enjoy those so much more. Here’s one a writer friend sent me last week. There’s something comic book-y about it...
Continue readingPublic vs. Private Lives
I just got done spending a week or so traveling around with my kids and dad in the northwest. Along the way, my dad was reading a terrific book of collected essays by Paul Theroux (a prolific travel writer I’m sort of embarrassed to say I hadn’t heard of before). As we got accustomed...
Continue readingDigesting Negative Feedback
I’ve been struggling with a longer work of fiction for a while, and recently had someone I trust in the literary business read it and give me some great, constructive feedback. She had a lot to say about its strengths (which I appreciate, of course) but also lots to say about its challenges (which...
Continue readingRide the Mole (if you can)
So a while back my kids were asking about my old band days, and I mentioned that I was in a group called Ride the Mole out of Brooklyn back in the 90s. They asked me if I was kidding. I said no. Then yesterday my son sends me a text that he found...
Continue readingOne Minute Play Festival v5.0
The fifth year of this festival is around the corner (August 20, 21 and 22 at Ground Floor Theatre). Always wacky, always stressful, always fulfilling. I don’t have a whole lot to say about it right now, but I did feel like posting my draft play here, especially with the Supreme Court news out...
Continue readingHaiku Challenge
My friend Rita and I were talking about different combinations of words the other day. I said that I’d love to use behest and bereft in a poem somehow. And then she threw in the word behemoth. Then I wrote this: At Big Bird’s behest A behemoth acts bereft Snuffleupagus And she shot back...
Continue readingPlaying Racquetball with a Cartoon
I’ve been playing racquetball with my son the last few weeks, and there’s something about the experience I find so entertaining. First off, I just don’t think you see anyone that small playing the game very often, if ever. I mean… you don’t usually see anyone under 60 playing it, honestly. Something about those...
Continue readingNo, I Will Not Go on Your Booze Cruise
I’ve got this friend who keeps going on these cruises. He always calls them booze cruises. And now he’s telling me I should go on them too, that they’re really great. You should go on the booze cruise with us Man, these booze cruises are great You’d really like the booze cruise No. I...
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