Freelance Writing

Remembering David Bowie in The Elephant Man

Remembering David Bowie in The Elephant Man

    I shared a room with David Bowie just once. Well, it was a really big room. He was on the stage of New York’s Booth Theater; I was with my boyfriend somewhere mid-balcony. I was riveted. It was late 1980, and the event was The Elephant Man, Bowie’s brilliant portrayal of John Merrick. Broadway was a much different place at that time, worlds away from the frenetic, bright lights, high energy crossroads emanating from today’s Times Square. The […]

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Seven Reasons To Dislike Internet Lists

Seven Reasons To Dislike Internet Lists

That’s it. I’m officially suffering from list fatigue. Maybe you’ve felt the same way, too. Social media has been consumed by lists. And, yes, I will admit I’ve written plenty of them myself. Once word got out that lists encourage sharing and drive viral content on the web, it seems all writing, all virtual fact sharing and digital entertainment became decidedly list bound. I stumbled upon a New Yorker article that gave some rationale for communicating via lists. Apparently we […]

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Silence — A poem in prose

Silence -- A poem in prose

Silence. Or some whisperless part. The place between the ringing in the left ear and the ringing in the right, punctuated by the violent first gust of warm air through the heat ducts, crossed by a barking dog, then left. In silence. Scary. What falls in behind the quiet, lurks, drives us, needs to be examined, yet resists examination. Sit. Let scary silence bring forth that which shrinks so in the light of day. Demons, yet not. Derived from a […]

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Facing Writer’s Block: When the Words Won’t Come

Facing Writer's Block: When the Words Won't Come

Nearly four months have passed since my last blog, an entire season on a platform so exuberantly named, Just Write. This writer’s block silence was born from a cascade of some of the most challenging events in my life. Any one of these, thrown like an icy snowball, would sting, but not knock me back far. Taken together, though, it is as if they merged to form huge, path-clearing snow monster careening downhill. It would seem turbulent times would call […]

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