April vacation week so kids home from school, work at a frantic pitch, no time off work for me or K., both of us stomping off to our laptops for even 15 minutes free time apiece to attend to work, the other attending to snot or laundry, exhaustion. Up early, to bed late, no dreaming, and we are not speaking to each other ( Read more... )

Starting April 1 I was thinking I was going to write more here on the LJ.  Sort of got started along those lines, with my daffy free-write from Friday and my weight-control shenanigans ( Read more... )

( Thursday I went to my first, and quite possibly last, Weight Watchers meeting. )

First shudder of pink in the magnolia. Hot wind blowing from window to window. The lone lace curtain perpendicular with surprise ( Read more... )

About a year ago I was saying that I was looking everywhere for the cure for all that ails me. I was desperate for answers, salves. I was casting myself in the role of invalid and pleading for just the right solution. Sometimes I hollered for a pill, sometimes a drink, sometimes a drip, sometimes just the right bullet, sometimes just a doctor ( Read more... )

Spring usually fills me with dread. There's a specific melancholy to it. So around this time of year - on the cusp of the vernal equinox, while we're listening to winter's last complaints - I try to take comfort in middlemarch and be present in it while it lasts ( Read more... )

I just realized it's been over one year since I last called up my primary care doctor to make an appointment ( Read more... )

dear friendslist.  sitting in borders over lunch, feeling banal and undercarbonated.  anybody need anything from borders while i'm here.  they sell stuffed easterbunnies and despair ( Read more... )

The sleep study was last night. I thought I'd be in a cold lab on a plastic table with only a canvas bag for warmth while a team of bearded Hungarian technicians glared down upon my body through bulletproof glass from a control tower four stories high. But it turns out I was in a hotel room with a comfy blankie and a cheerful young tech named ( Read more... )

In another lifetime I worked with Liam Neeson and Natasha Richardson on plays in NYC. I always admired them both. They became part of who I am as an artist. I'm stunned and sad.