(Public) Apology or ‘…The Heart Has Got To Open In A Fundamental Way’

My heart felt like a closed fist urgently knocking against my sternum. That's not a metaphor or bad opening line; its a description. My chest felt knotted and angry. I was angry. There's a plethora of reasons why. But I'm writing this because of the moment I felt it stop and open. Earlier this week …

Who’s Sari Now?

In one of my notebooks, there are two pages of handwritten notes in pencil that smeared. It wasn't until last night I squinted through the thick fog on the page and salvaged those notes. It was written in 2012 during my visit to India. I had two roommates, both women. We were there as artists …

Lost Hours

I've been to Reno twice over the last 8 days. On that last trip I drove there with my friend, who bowled in a Tournament at the massive Stadium. His mom drove with us to which was doubly good since she cleaned up at the slots, pulling an astonishing $500 out of a penny machine …