Archive for the ‘General’ Category
Stop Complaining, Start Creating
Thursday, November 24th, 2011
When I first decided to host, I said it was because my Dad had passed away and I didn’t want my Mom to be alone. But I don’t think that’s it… I think it’s another milestone in what has become my Big Lesson of 2011, which continues to unfold and reveal itself.
Opening The Night Before Opening Night
Wednesday, September 7th, 2011
If the superstition is true that a terrible dress rehearsal begets a brilliant opening night performance…then tomorrow’s debut performance of “Song of the Sacred Whore” at the Philly Fringe Festival is going to be masterful. While I cling to that possibility, the monkeys chattering in my head have transformed into an angry mob of jilted [...]
The Unanticipated Life
Tuesday, June 21st, 2011
I couldn’t bring myself to leave the room when the rest of the family left. Couldn’t leave him sitting alone in the bed. I secretly hoped it would be hours before they might get around to removing him to the morgue. I played Rickie Lee Jones on the little CD Player I had brought in weeks before, when he was first admitted. And I waited. I knew that when I left the hospital for the last time, I would be in the after.
The Extraordinary Ordinariness of Everyday Sensuality
Friday, May 6th, 2011
I caught my father lying on his side when I walked in his room the other day, looking towards the window. I saw the line of trees as he saw them. So I pulled up a chair, and I told him about the cherry blossoms I saw over the weekend, about the Japanese Maples that blossomed in my front yard overnight. He has seen seventy-three Springs…but he is missing this one. And so, I share it with him. Chet Baker playing in the background, my hand wrapped around the only spot on his arm free of IV tubes.
It is a sensual moment. It is two embodied humans, sharing intimacy, touching one another, being willing to feel what is there to feel. And yes, it is orgasmic. How could it not be? It is all we have.
When Being Is Enough
Friday, March 11th, 2011
Last night, a good friend was sad and grieving…and wanted company. He asked me to tell him jokes. He told me how much my love letter on Valentine’s Day meant to him. And he kept saying, “don’t stop being you.” We texted this way for a while, until we both gave in to sleep. He [...]
Announcing: Your E-Sensual Journal
Monday, March 7th, 2011
If you follow this blog at all, you know that when it gets quiet here, it’s generally very busy elsewhere. This time is no different! And the results of this busy time will not only be felt by those in the Northeast, who are able to physically attend my events, workshops and courses… There will [...]
Love Letters – A Confession
Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011
You brush away parts of me the way a mother wipes crumbs off her child’s chin. Whatever shame, doubt, rage might show up on me is gone — just like that. I am clean, reborn — new to a love like this. A love with no having. A love with no form or structure. A love without time or season.
The Remedy To Failed Resolutions
Wednesday, January 26th, 2011
Most of us fall back on our resolutions before the first month of the year is through. That’s why I did something radical this year. I decided to explore the idea of being happy with things exactly as they are…
PoemPost: Cleave Yourself to Love
Sunday, October 24th, 2010
as if your deepest desires
even the wants you’ve been afraid
to speak out loud
were waiting for you at the breakfast table
Hindsight
Thursday, October 21st, 2010
Nothing like a little nostalgia to put you right over the edge! All the sweet moments with past lovers. The beginnings and the endings brilliantly sketched out. The middles notable only in their absence. The nothing-to-say-ness about them spoke volumes. Except for one. Written smack in the middle of my marriage.