You Say You Want a Revolution

I’m trying not to give a shit this year because I realized, back in the nineties, pre-likes and follows, I didn’t. I’ve been cleaning out my desk, dusting off old scripts. Watching Dave Chappelle’s new Netflix specials, so honest and raw with his truth that I’m...

Tiny Windows

I bought an advent calendar. And the delight in finding the tiny window, then pealing it open to reveal a bit of magic during shortened days, well— “That’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.” My grandmother taught me. Bought me one annually through college...

Silent All These Years

Every girl who ever worked is processing these days. Rivaling the death of Petty, or even fires raging, the demise of Harvey changes everything…a dramatic end, to a new beginning—of brave sisters vowing truth. And I wonder what else we’ve been silent about all...

Times Like These

Stumbling to a friend’s bathroom last month before dawn, I stopped—read the sticker across his iPad; “Warning: We’re All One.” I used to complain late nineties NYC, that our generation had nothing to stand for, that nothing happened… Now, I teach class post...

For Whom Life Tolls

The cathedral bells have been stirring me. Early morning and hot, summer nights I hear their tolls arriving by breeze… Funny, how romantic a town can be. Just when you dismiss it, my desert relationship takes a magical turn I never knew existed. Even routine...

Lesson on the Back Road

I recently got lost on the Back Road in Madrid, New Mexico. Near midnight and pitch black, I sort of knew the way… But wished I’d took down my friend’s landline when he offered it, because now the only option was to stop, and breathe, and wait—for some sort of a...

Our Dying Days

Not sure about you, but things have been trying in my world. Yes, it’s beautiful and abundant, and in many ways, incredibly privileged. I get that. But, I’m here to report, some days…man, it ain’t easy. Because it takes a certain skin to be able to stick your...

Go To The Poets

I recently saw a stage production of George Orwell’s, “1984.” The New York Times hails it the number one book you should read in 2017. Written nearly seventy years ago, it is freakishly topical. I squirmed in my seat all the way through the second act wanting to flee,...

Yoga & The Revolution

When a girlfriend noted what was happening in my classes by allowing eighteen and under free to join us, it took awhile to stand back and see it. It’s true the six month old was melting faces faster than I could with even the best vinyasa sequence to music. All she...

Baby, Just Roll…

The pulse of Manhattan—my feet so comfy below 2nd Ave, East Village escapes me now walking in heels up the narrow stairway to the balcony of the famous Spotted Cat on Frenchman. My New Orleans jazz guitarist, leading us during set break to watch the start of Carnival...