When I was a kid, magic was essential to my inner world. I read fantasy books full of witches and magicians and children with innate powers over the elements. I read about magic rings and wishing stones. I read about fairies and their glamours, about dragons and djinns. In The Real World, there was no… Continue reading What Magic We Make
Do You Have Anything to Offer?
I recently had the privilege of being able to hear one of my favorite opera singers perform live. Maybe not a sentence you expected to read today. Believe it or not, I was an opera singer in a past life. It didn't work out, which was probably for the best. Anyhow, I still sing, teach… Continue reading Do You Have Anything to Offer?
In the wake of Ursula K. Le Guin’s passing
As testimonies, tributes, and memorials flood the internet, many refer to the product of Ursula K. Le Guin's writing career, her art, as a body of work. I am fascinated by the phrase. In leaving her physical body, Le Guin draws attention to that other body, the one she built with words. The body she… Continue reading In the wake of Ursula K. Le Guin’s passing
Frank Zappa, Art, and The Frame
I was talking with a friend about Frank Zappa's view of Art, and started listening to his band, The Mothers of Invention. I'd heard them before, but just little snippets of songs. Today, I listened straight through the first two albums in a kind of wondrous, outraged, joyful daze. It's totally weird. Stream of consciousness.… Continue reading Frank Zappa, Art, and The Frame
imposter syndrome: writer’s edition
I am not very kind to myself or my writing. It's a funny thing. I am kind when offering feedback on other's work. I always try to give their work in progress the benefit of the doubt. I don't extend this courtesy to my own writing. I'm never really satisfied with my work, and it… Continue reading imposter syndrome: writer’s edition