"What light through yonder window breaks?"
Jaimie is going to be really mad at me for writing this. She doesn’t like her personal life out in the world, yet she decided to be with a writer who writes about nothing but his personal life, so sometimes she's going to get swept up in it whether she likes it or not. I'm fully prepared to deal with the consequences. All actors have their list of bucket list roles. If any theatres are reading, for me this list includes Cassius, Iago, and Thom Paine. Hamlet was on there, bu
"Not another Monday!"
I was in the lobby of the Fine Arts Center, sipping my coffee, when a teacher passed me and said, “Not many more Mondays! Yay!” She had a huge grin on her face as she headed for the stairs. I smiled, raised my mug, and said, “Not many!” That’s not what I wanted to say. What I wanted to say was, “Really? This is what you’re dreading? A beautiful spring morning at a fine arts high school teaching super talented kids who all want to be here? Yeah- Heaven forbid we have many of t
Spend: to use or give out of the whole. Exhaust. It’s interesting that we use the word spend in reference to time. I’ve sat here for about fifteen minutes trying to come up with a better word, but I haven’t been able to find one. Can we truly spend something we don’t know how much we have? Wouldn't it be better to say that we Barter time, or Donate time, or perhaps we Fritter time away? That all depends on how much time we have. Which is the one thing that none of us will eve
The Power of Words
They unlocked my bed, and took my down the hallway to the elevator. It was the same hallway I had walked down thirty minutes earlier fully dressed. Now I was in a hospital gown covered by a warm blanket. I could see my parents sitting in the waiting room. I’m glad they didn’t look up and see me. It was a strange feeling, waiting for the elevator in my rolling bed and hospital gown while people dressed in street clothes walked past me. It reminded me of being at a nice hotel,
I am not a birder.
Over the years, a few of my friends have gotten into birding. It’s to be expected. Just one of the casualties of turning 40. This didn’t stop me from making fun of my friends, because birding, or being a birder, is an easy thing to make fun of. It conjures images of retired Biology professors in khaki shorts and vests with too many pockets. I picture people shouting things like, “Oh- a Brown Woodensnapple!” Or “Golly whiz- a a Flat Billed Maple Lark!” Those are not the names
Two Years Ago Today
"Praise to You, Adonai our God, Sovereign of the universe, for giving us life, for sustaining us, and for enabling us to reach this occasion." Two years ago today, I walked into the infusion center at Winship Cancer Center at Emory University for my first round of chemotherapy. Today, I’m hanging out with my eight month old nephew. That is no small accomplishment. On my end, for sure. A surgery, 22 rounds of chemo, 8 months of oral chemo, and three weeks of radiation are a lo
Nature is the First Bible
I haven’t been going to church much this past month. But I have been staring at trees. As readers of this blog know, I am a huge fan of Richard Rohr. He is a Franciscan Friar, and runs the Center for Action and Contemplation in Albuquerque, NM. He said something recently that blew my mind. He said, “Nature was the first Bible.” At first I was like- what.edu? But the more he explained, the more it made sense. His theory is that the Big Bang was the first incarnation of God, an
"We were such babies!"
About a month ago, Jaimie went through all the pictures of my computer and ordered hard copies of about a hundred of them. They arrived yesterday, and we sat on our couch and looked through them. Now full disclosure-I’m totally one of those “anti-taking pictures of everything” snobs. When people are constantly snapping pictures I’m the person sitting on my high horse thinking, “Ugh, just be here now.” But looking through those images of our life over the past four years, I wa
Vita Brevis. Ars Longa. In August of 2002, I got my Master’s Degree from the Alabama Shakespeare Festival. Susan Willis, our inspirational theatre history teacher, (think John Keating but female and an Anglophile) gave a speech. I don’t remember the exact words but it was something to the effect of this: “You will give your life’s blood to this art form, and in the end, it will all be worth it. Because Vita Brevis, Ars Longa. Life is short. Art is long.” As she said those wor
Q: What's the worst thing for a hypochondriac? A: To be right.
“… that it is not only possible but imperative to fall through fear into love because that is the only way we will ever truly know what it means to be alive.” Cynthia Bourgeault “The worst thing for a hypochondriac is to be right.” -Me. I don’t want people reading these posts to think I’m some picture of zen detachment, constantly accepting everything that comes my way with peace and joy. I’m pretty good at finding perspective eventually, but before that I pass through an ino