Vacation, all I ever wanted

A few days ago I wrote a blog post called Foggy to Clear that expressed some relief about turning a physical and emotional corner in the challenge that has been 2012. That night I realized that my work obligations had been met and that I could award myself a 24-hour...

Foggy to clear

When I woke up this morning, I knew this: I was suffering some kind of setback with my knee and I was afraid to find out what the orthopedist would say when I visited him at 4 p.m. About three weeks ago, feeling on a healing upswing, I disembarked from a very late...

Gone

Last summer at this time I was studying Dante’s Inferno at NYU. Each week I was more and more fascinated with Dante’s detailed take on death and where we go when we leave this life. This year so much has changed, not only because of deaths I’ve...

Asked and answered

Desperately in need of a conversation. Not just any conversation. One about how I’m feeling. Why I’m feeling it. Inexplicable. But not really. But who? Who to put in the position of trying to understand what I’m rambling about in my mind? Journaling...

A welcome dose of real

I was journaling and having a cup of coffee outside a cafe on this glorious day in Hoboken when a former client and fellow artist happened by. We began talking and I invited her to sit. And I am so happy that I did. We had a frank discussion on death and depression...

Easy, called, soothed

On many a day I give thanks for Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac, but every so often it speaks to me in an extra special way. This poem for me evokes the way I feel when I am sitting at the Hudson River waterfront, not among trees, but in a...