The Garden is my Sensei. I learn all important lessons in the garden, and I forget them there as well. And every season comes around again to remind me what I have forgotten.
Last night I fired my best friend’s daughter. (We’re still best friends and I adore her daughter.) I also shouted across a crowded room for my prop mistress to hurry up and get over here (rudely) and pissed her off to no end, causing her inquire, (not in a loving tone) about my seemingly relentless anxiety issues. I kicked another… Read More
It’s the Monday morning before Thanksgiving and outside my window is a blustery swirl of white cloud poop. Do I sound grateful? No I am not. Not even a tiny bit. The yellow and red leaves are peeking through the blanket of white, crying “Too soon! Too soon, rescue us, rescue us!” But I don’t step outside. The windchill is… Read More