Ode To The Tube

Sometimes, during the day, she’d envision the TV in her newly empty apartment, and feel some sort of turning in her heart, a kind of love. She’d return after a long day at work, she’d see the blankness of her flat screen, and she’d feel strangely comforted, whole. She never touched (dared to touch?) the TV itself, only the remote, …

Us or Them?

Perhaps it’s naivete on my part, but with the Nice and Orlando tragedies and the Brock Turner fiasco, I can’t wrap my mind and heart around how hard it is for people to contact their love. I want to demonize these violent people, because it makes it easier to make them “other”, but then I’m just doing the same thing …

I can cry if I want to

I cry a lot. Or at least recently. Ok, to be fair, I’ve always been a cryer. It just feels good. Today I cried before my show because I wasn’t sure if my heart would open and I would just BE (you know, just BE) on stage, and now I’m crying because I did and I’m scared and happy and …

a thought…

Famous science fiction writer Isaac Asimov once said: “There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there has always been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.” You …