We live in times that can feel toxic and bleak. But (and) we have power, every single one of us, to help make the world we want to live in. Maybe you don't self-conceive as an artist, but you are a maker; we all are. Every act, every word, it's part of the story of this world.Read More
I've spent the last few hours wandering around my neighborhood without an agenda, fueled only by a desire to fill my brain with something other than the noise of my last few weeks at work.
When I say "noise," I mean it literally and figuratively: I work somewhere with an "open work plan," so I am surrounded by people talking all. day. long. More than this, though, I mean the noise of our business strategies and brand stories, and of the narratives I construct around my standing with every single person on the team at any given point in time. I mean, too, the noise of the language I find myself using to fit into the culture, that I would never use elsewhere, except that sometimes I do, before I can stop myself.Read More
Where are the adult female characters who march to their own beat, who exist beyond the frame of a man's adoration?Read More
I realized: In clinging to my connection with my daughter, I am trying to control it, and, in a way, to control her. And I can't. And I don't want to.Read More
My friend Colleen invited me to write something for her blog about leaving New York and then coming back to it. I jumped at the chance, thinking it was a simple story to tell. I was wrong.