“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.” “I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.” – Anais Nin I cut and pasted these quotes last week after a friend posted them to her Facebook profile. They were without quotation marks, or the author’s…
My current weekend undertaking was inspired by my beautiful friend Lenni. She just moved into a new apartment which is completely astounding in its meticulous organization. She turned the place upside down, and transformed it into a haven. She has lived in her place a fraction of the time that I have lived in mine, yet hers feels so much more like a home.And so, I’m inspired now to whip this place into shape. It’s a HUGE task. After our last show, and a spell of cocooning and genuine ennui, the Fortress was definitely not ready for visitors. Today I…
A short story written in the summer of 2008. She heard him yelling before she saw him. “Hey Sister…what up?” With a deep inhale she set her chin and smiled. Whatever. An adult male can ride a skateboard. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s eco-conscious. Or a good sign that he’s fun and playful. Or something. He looked like a blonde Pauley Shore. She wasn’t sure, but she vaguely remembered that Pauley Shore was in jail for something ridiculous like public masturbation, or kiddie porn. Or was that Pee Wee Herman? Anyway, it didn’t matter. It was going to be…
I have not experienced Christmas as a single girl in seven years. Of course I have moments where it is undoubtedly the most difficult time to fly solo (like last night at a work function when the beautiful girl who’s maternity leave I am covering arrived with her beautiful husband and beautiful baby in tow) but there are also times (like last night after the function when two of the party guests sprung me and whisked me off to the Reservoir Lounge to listen to a beautiful young girl sing amazing jazz) when my heart is full of freedom and…
I had a great evening with a male friend this weekend who I have known for just over a year. He’s smart, funny, creative, talented, enjoys cooking, art, music, has a great sense of family, and is just the right age. We laugh our heads off together, and there is seldom ever a lull in conversation. Of course there’s a but. He has a girlfriend, and it is absolutely not my style to interfere in other people’s relationships. Having been on the receiving end of such unpleasantness, I could never do that to someone else, but I question how happy…
