I got the last copy of Colson Whitehead’s The Underground Railroad at B’s & N’s yesterday.
The philosophy Make Art, not War is one I grew up with. My parents were surrounded by artists, artists who worked obscurely at their crafts in the deserts of Northern New Mexico, artists who took a long time to make names for themselves, because things taking a long time is rather part and parcel of working in obscurity.
This is the way I feel this morning. Smoky.
Something a little dreamy
As long as I’m in the Hip Hop Music Mood, or Mode, whichever you prefer, I might as well be in the Hip Hop Dance…
The Argentine Tango.
Attached is an optimistic article on Aducanumab, a new drug being developed by Biogen that (hopefully) shows the…
I watch the mesquite-scented smoke plume rise from the incense burner and remember Winters in the New Mexico desert.
Dance with yourself
It turns out that Doris Day, Bob Dylan and Emmy Rossum have something in common, which is an apparent appreciation…
Studies have shown that writing about oneself and personal experiences can improve mood disorders, help reduce…
When I was in high school I knew nothing of poetry, except a schoolgirl’s frustration at not being able to answer…
On the Upper West Side of New York, across town from my apartment, rage foments outside of the Metropolitan Opera’s…
“Certain things fall silent in us when we think that certain things are no longer possible.” – Frank Bidart, Poet,…
The Fogs of August
Lovers loving. Dancers dancing. Fountains rising and falling. At the ballet.
I hardly know where to begin deconstructing some of the lunacy in the attached article about why girls are doing…
Perhaps that’s why we see so much vitriol online, so many anonymous, bitter comments, so many imprudent tweets and…
‘Twould appear this Sunday morning that March is wrestling with whether to remain a Lion, or to become a Lamb.
This ice dance between Meryl Davis and Charlie White is sublime.
Forgive my appearance, my Lady.
Google, Tell Me.
I do not understand one single thing about this convicted murderer’s execution in Ohio today.
“Had I spent my time trying to out-sex, out-nubile, out-Va Va Voom other girls and women?” – Giselle Minoli, Women…
My connections and friendships with other writers on Google+ are two of my favorite things about this platform.
They told me a long time ago, they didn’t like me and I would never get it.
There is something lovely that happens when you ask to take someone’s picture, instead of merely trying to capture a…
Saturday she appeared
Every evening I must weigh
There must be a way
Morning
Morning, everyone
We are lying on our backs looking up into the pastel-hued interior of The Guggenheim spiral.
What would come to mind if I were to ask each of you what inspires you?
This morning
Splendid Isolation is the choreographer Jessica Lang’s dance tribute to the marriage between Gustav Mahler, the…
I haven’t read Mason Currey’s Daily Rituals, from which Marnie Hanel created This by That: Writers by Daily Starting…
You don’t really see me
In a garden there are manners.
An exquisitely choreographed dance between a man and a woman.
“I want to be alone. I just want to be alone” – Greta Garbo, Grand Hotel
So what is the purpose of men in modern families?
A friend recently confessed that she didn’t think she could ever write nonfiction, which is highly personal, because…
Evening, Thursday, 6:30pm EST.
It is articles like this one that are killing the sexual desire of women.
