Calling Alzheimer’s

Expecting to dial your grandmother and for her to pick up the phone leaves you hanging on to nothing. Loving someone with Alzheimer’s disease is like dropping a container of tacks on the ground and trying to pick them up quickly. It just doesn’t work like that. You move slowly and it hurts. The tips ofContinue reading Calling Alzheimer’s

I Remember My Dream

Digging graves, unconsciously, just digging. Scaring everyone. Dreams…well…they change. They morph into something scientific, to be dissected or picked apart. Between disillusionment and the idea that you needed to be more than what you should be or than what you really wanted. You don’t really dig graves. You dream, like every single one of us.Continue reading I Remember My Dream

NOT Madonna

Jaw dropping just doesn’t do it justice. When the image of Miley Cyrus wearing almost nothing, bent over on a stage flashed on my computer screen, I just thought, “Whatever, here we go again.” But, to all the girls who grew up watching her make exaggerated gestures in response to a weekly dilemma on herContinue reading NOT Madonna

We are All Clowns.

There we were. Our stage lit up. Our eyes blackened, mouths drawn in the shape of a distorted smile, giant red noses, oversized coats, huge feet. We fought for attention. And, we got it. We were the clowns in Slava’s Snow Show. It all began with a noose hanging around his neck, which he onlyContinue reading We are All Clowns.