I went to see a few of the P3 exhibits around town and came upon one by the Propeller Group that featured a film about and not about a Vietnamese funeral. The take away – when you try to forget someone, you end up remembering them – so remember them … till you forget them. I found this rather poignant given the last week. On Tuesday, someone wrote to tell me he no longer wished…
I’m on the board of SISTAWorks – an organization that helps students with high school costs in Ghana. We’re hosting our second annual fundraising gala in November and the theme is a musical tribute to Maya Angelou. I have always loved her poem, her spirit and her ability to reconfigure herself in iconic ways throughout her life. What a role model – geez Louise, stand aside Wonder Woman, Maya is all that. So it is…
QUEEN Bohemian Rhapsody Lyrics (Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality; Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see) I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I’m (easy come, easy go Little high, little low) Anyway the wind blows, (doesn’t really matter to me), to me Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger,…
Things to Think Think in ways you’ve never thought before. If the phone rings, think of it as carrying a message Larger than anything you’ve ever heard, Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats. Think that someone may bring a bear to your door, Maybe wounded and deranged; or think that a moose Has risen out of the lake, and he’s carrying on his antlers A child of your own whom you’ve never seen. When…
My days are packed, my nights are short, because I do not have time to while away the hours. Besides running two companies, I work as an investigative reporter for two other companies, and am the parent of a young child. I am on the board of an active organization involved in girl’s education. I volunteer at my son’s school. I have a puppy. I’m here to say it is exhausting this life of mine.…
I spent yesterday at a seminar about everything dreams. We heard a presentation about how dreams are a gift, and that we should receive them without judgment. A couple spoke who do dream work and they said that dreams give space to locked battles and old hurts. I did a writing workshop using the bridge dream that shook me up so much a few summers ago in Spain and inserted a character I had made…
Today, I was at the Ogden Museum for Southern Art and we were there particularly to see the Prospect 3 exhibit and while in one of the galleries a woman approached and said my name and told me she reads my blog. She introduced me to her S.O. and we all shook hands. I’ve met a few people who have followed my blog over the years – strangers not friends, well that is until we…
Today, while at the Ogden Museum visiting the Basquiat on the Bayou exhibit, Tin had his pen and pad (because he was still in Tin Tin costume minus the orange hair from the night before) and he was drawing. A woman asked him if he was an artist, and I said he’s a creative. Which means he is talented enough to create his own world, something I have been striving for my whole life. When…
I am not talking about the song from Frozen, I’m talking about what I said to Flower the other day on the phone when I said that while the world was falling down all around me, I held on with a death grip to every pillar, person and place I knew. And what I should have been doing is letting it go. This is such a hard concept for all of us who were taught…
I traveled to Bethlehem, Pennsylvania to do something I’ve been doing for almost two decades – go to a reporter’s conference. Some parts of it are old and tired (sitting in a hotel conference room with no view to the outside, eating bad food, not getting enough sleep, not even really getting to know the place you are visiting), some parts of it are familiar and new (meeting new people, deepening older relationships, and learning…