There have been countless times in my career when I spent hours painstakingly writing something, choosing just the right words, smoothing out the segues, listening to the rhythm of the sentences– and then hitting the wrong key and losing it all. Panic sets in. I...
HEALING, FORGIVENESS, WRITING Healing doesn’t happen in astraight line. It’s not definitive like that. We get sick, the worst of itpasses, we think we’re better, we feel sick again, we have chicken soup, take naps and then one day, we realize we’ve been feeling...
DO YOU REMEMBER? During the Covid quarantine in 2020, when I was looking for activities to fill up my time, I began organizing my linen closet. I opened and refolded pillowcases, sheets and towels, matching them by color, when I reached into the back of a shelf and...
CLEARING THE DECKS Back in the late eighties when AIDS was a death sentence, I had a profound experience with a friend at Century City hospital. He had written a play for teenagers about safe sex and AIDS, they were performing it in schools all across the Los Angeles...
Some years ago, I was in a relationship that wasn’t working.He resented my immersion in my writing as I often chose it over being with him. My consistency and dedication to my career made him feel envious since he had nothing similar in his life and he felt ignored,...
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