Could This Be Rest?
There are times in the life of every artist, when the art is labored, and the gratification is lacking luster; and, you wonder if you will ever produce anything of value again. Words that once flowed like breath now fall like bricks. Night-fall is near,...
When You Wonder If You Are Enough
Quietly I make my way to the couch, sinking deep into its soft cushions. Pulling my feet up and behind me, I drag the old quilt over my legs, and I sip on coffee black as the night. This is my thinking time, my time to wrestle through all of the thoughts that run...
Window Seat Above the Storm
I sit exhausted in the window seat of the plane. Just sit there as the stewardess explains for the billionth time how a safety belt buckles and opens. I am staring mindlessly out of the window, watching luggage carts speed past on the tarmac. Allume 2012 has...
When the Soul Breaks
We went to see the production of the play, Next to Normal, last weekend. The whole time I was watching the production, I was thinking about one of our children. When a child goes through the divorce of their parents, something is their soul can break. This one, this...
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