What I’ve come to understand (slowly, reluctantly, and with the emotional elegance of a rabid possum trapped inside a Panera) is that I f...

Ah, February. The month of winter’s last gasp, of small joys, and, yes, of love—whether it’s the romantic, the familial, or the self-love ...

T. S. Eliot was wrong when he said that " April is the cruelest month–" [ he was wrong about a lot of things , like, ya know, hi...

Can you imagine waking up every morning on a different planet, each with its own gravity? Slogging, wobbling, wavering. At...

It took me a couple of years into my adulthood to really understand why I always felt so exhausted at parties— personal or professional.  Th...

playing Titania in A Midsummer Night's Dream hosting the Chicago edition of The Hanukkah Hoedown! feeling more lonely than I eve...

Tea party fixings for Galentine's Day Lovers! As you may recall from my previous post about the One Party Per Month Plan , my goal...

The way a crow
 Shook down on me
 The dust of snow 
From a hemlock tree Has given my heart 
A change of mood
 And saved some part
 Of...

“There are days when everything I see seems to me charged with meaning: messages it would be difficult for me to communicate to others, de...

Deep in the shadows of old Jerusalem, the ancient Jews fought against oppression. They joined together, rose up, and defeated the oppressors...

MIA. Sorry folks.

[ Cue: deep-baritoned voice over... ] Winter. [ Cue: windy sounds ] The dim days of earth's sabbath are before you. [ Cue: recor...

In from the Blizzard I enter the high rise studio room in the middle of a blizzard-- fresh off the plane from the mild, sunny West. ...