Mother Lode
He is fourteen now. It is surreal to me, this knowledge. That he is fourteen years old in the shadow of the long-ago unspoken fear that he might not even see fourteen days is almost too much to consider. If I think about it for long, my breath grows short and my heart skips and […]
The Skin I’m In
“Listen To Your Mother” was an unbelievably moving experience. The women, the stories, the camaraderie, the fabulous audience, every single moment of it. It was better than anything I could have imagined. And then. The photographer’s pictures were released. This post is not about “Listen To Your Mother.” That deserves its own sacred space. This, […]
Proof I Listened To My Mother
In case you hadn’t yet been privy to my incessant blathering about it, we had our first “Listen To Your Mother” rehearsal last night. It was an incredible experience — intimidating, inspiring, enlightening. Usually, I’m the loud one — the one who’s not shy or afraid to make an ass of myself by blurting out […]
Listen To Your Mother
Sharing stories has never been a problem for me. I’m an over-sharer by nature, a blurter, a confessor. I’m pretty unfiltered and have been known to hug strangers with reckless abandon. I know that’s not the case for everyone. Some people find it more challenging to share, to open up, to extend. I understand that […]