Category Archives: art

Changing the Narrative on Suicide

I was still playing with Barbie dolls the first time I thought of suicide. Beginning in childhood, while depression took up permanent residency in my mind claiming squatters’ rights, suicidal thoughts rented out a shady back room, menacing, ready to

Changing the Narrative on Suicide

I was still playing with Barbie dolls the first time I thought of suicide. Beginning in childhood, while depression took up permanent residency in my mind claiming squatters’ rights, suicidal thoughts rented out a shady back room, menacing, ready to

When Brain Fog Rolls In

  Well, it looks like my 1955 Manufacturer’s Warranty has finally expired. Suddenly at 69, my various body parts have given out all at the same time and I’ve spent more time at the body shop than my 2006 Hyundai.

When Brain Fog Rolls In

  Well, it looks like my 1955 Manufacturer’s Warranty has finally expired. Suddenly at 69, my various body parts have given out all at the same time and I’ve spent more time at the body shop than my 2006 Hyundai.

We Are Not Going Back

Seven years ago I made this sign stating “We Won’t Go Back” to carry in the first Women’s March. That march in Washington bursting with thousands of women felt like democracy at its best. The fact that this was echoed

We Are Not Going Back

Seven years ago I made this sign stating “We Won’t Go Back” to carry in the first Women’s March. That march in Washington bursting with thousands of women felt like democracy at its best. The fact that this was echoed

A Place Called Hope

Have we all just landed in a place called Hope? Damn, it feels so good. Suddenly within 24 hours, doom scrolling has turned into hope scrolling. As though a laser came down to zap everyone, there is a surge of

A Place Called Hope

Have we all just landed in a place called Hope? Damn, it feels so good. Suddenly within 24 hours, doom scrolling has turned into hope scrolling. As though a laser came down to zap everyone, there is a surge of

America’s Hitler- Taking a Page from History

I was recently flipping through a dusty, vintage “Learn to Draw” that offered step-by-step instructions for drawing portraits of the most beloved celebrities from Hollywood to politics. FDR with his famous cigarette holder, check. Honest Abe, natch. Jimmy Durante tickle

America’s Hitler- Taking a Page from History

I was recently flipping through a dusty, vintage “Learn to Draw” that offered step-by-step instructions for drawing portraits of the most beloved celebrities from Hollywood to politics. FDR with his famous cigarette holder, check. Honest Abe, natch. Jimmy Durante tickle

Artists Talk ACCESS An Ordinary Notion

  The legacy of suffragist Alice Paul brought to life on the stage in the Tony award-winning production of Suffs, was also the inspiration behind  ACCESS: An Ordinary Notion an exhibition I am honored to be part of at the

Artists Talk ACCESS An Ordinary Notion

  The legacy of suffragist Alice Paul brought to life on the stage in the Tony award-winning production of Suffs, was also the inspiration behind  ACCESS: An Ordinary Notion an exhibition I am honored to be part of at the

I Found Out I Can Do Something

Last Sunday, the shy little girl who was too scared to raise her hand in class and use her voice, the young woman so hampered by shame for decades that she kept silent, won the award for best voiceover in

I Found Out I Can Do Something

Last Sunday, the shy little girl who was too scared to raise her hand in class and use her voice, the young woman so hampered by shame for decades that she kept silent, won the award for best voiceover in

Visiting the New York World’s Fair With the Flintstones

Sixty years ago today The New York Worlds Fair  1964/1965 opened. If the New York Worlds Fair of 1939/1940 was like stepping into the land of Oz, the 1964/ 1965 Worlds Fair was like striding into the future of the

Visiting the New York World’s Fair With the Flintstones

Sixty years ago today The New York Worlds Fair  1964/1965 opened. If the New York Worlds Fair of 1939/1940 was like stepping into the land of Oz, the 1964/ 1965 Worlds Fair was like striding into the future of the

Using My Voice

I’m a 69-year-old storyteller by profession but for decades couldn’t tell my own. More than just tongue-tied, my uncomfortable relationship with words often led me to consider myself not only shy, but inarticulate when speaking. I spent a childhood with

Using My Voice

I’m a 69-year-old storyteller by profession but for decades couldn’t tell my own. More than just tongue-tied, my uncomfortable relationship with words often led me to consider myself not only shy, but inarticulate when speaking. I spent a childhood with