NOTE: THIS WAS WRITTEN A FEW YEARS AGO, BEFORE COVID, WHEN SITTING NEXT TO AN UNMASKED STRANGER WAS POSSIBLE. People don’t expect me to be shy because I am a performer. I cannot explain how I can go on stage to do a show for hundreds, but am shy around a person I don’t know. But… Continue reading Tiny Acts

When I was old enough to understand what Valentine’s Day was it seemed like the perfect day to get married. So I asked my mother why she and Dad got married February 6th. They could have waited a week and a day, to marry on the most romantic day of the year. She made a… Continue reading Ambivalent Valentine

Driving to work in the morning rush hour, half listening to the radio, artsy words pop out.  “Imagination”…  “Creativity”…   “Drama”. I turn up the volume. This may be a story validating the arts. Perhaps Congress realizes artists are the soul of America and need to survive. Instead I hear “string theory”, “quantum physics”, “mathematics”–and a quote from G.H. Hardy “Beauty is… Continue reading Math Made Beautiful

“We live inside historic moments, unaware of their significance.” One of my high school history teachers told us that. He said historians will one day study our time and lives and suggested we record our observations and thoughts to assist them. “Or do it for your future children and grandchildren.” The hint of sex in… Continue reading My Covid Report

“I think I’m getting my period.” George makes tea. I gather heating pad, books and the remote. The bonus of pregnancy and breastfeeding is no periods. It’s been over two years and I don’t remember it hurting this bad. I fall into a nightmare. I can’t breathe. I think I might die, but the pain… Continue reading 4lbs. 13 oz.