Wednesday, April 26, 2017

How to Transcend a Happy Marriage

I recently saw How to Transcend a Happy Marriage at the Lincoln Center Theater, a play by Sarah Ruhl, whose other plays I have seen and loved. It was so great to see a play that understood middle-aged marriage so well.Yes, there is nothing new and exciting, so you may dream and fantasize about those younger days, and in the case of the first act of this play, actually do something. In the process, you might forget the "wonderful melodious moments," the violins, as Marissa Tomei's character says-of what you have: the length; the continuity; all that you have created-your family, your friends, your home. And like the bird that is transient and leaves, these stables are with you, for better or worse, but mostly for better, since they have grown and blossomed, and you love them, despite the ups and downs.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Starting a New Book

It is SO exciting to start a new book. There is the sheer joy of writing. Sometimes, in a desire to get published, you forget that there is nothing as good as the joy of invention, of imagining a character, of coming up with a plot, of creating a new character. And the stories we all have in us; there is the sheer wonder of your personal story, and the invention that goes with it. I can not wait for the summer when I can continue to write!

Monday, April 24, 2017

Our Planet

In yesterday's NYT there was a discussion in the Week in Review about the dangers of disregarding our earth.  I started sobbing, since clearly our political leaders are so concerned with taking care of big business and stripping the world of EPA regulations, so that even when Trump is long gone, the disasters of his dismantling will be with us. I have a hard time wrapping my brain around the idea that family people (our politicians have children, grandchildren) are NOT thinking about what adding carbon fuels and pollutants to our environment will do. The things is, the earth is like a precious child which needs to be nurtured; disregard our air, our oceans, or animals, what is evident is there will be no future to look forward to. But these people-mostly men-do not get it; they argue with science, with facts, and call this all a hoax. Ignorance is not bliss; indeed, it is a crime, and all it takes is a trip to Alaska or Iceland to see how dangerous and precarious our climate is. I cry that there is no vision for the future of our very precious planet. America has become so backwards that it feels like a very dangerous place to be.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017


So proud to be part of the absolutely beautiful anthology published by TRIBES: WORD. What makes this book so special is that every poem is accompanied by beautiful art, so the book itself becomes a work of art. In addition, there are many well-know poets (Eileen Myles, Ishmael Reed, Bob Holman, Jayne Cortez) and then there are poets with publications (like myself), but no-name brands. The anthology is done on glossy-paper, and it makes it wonderfully professional-which it is. And the language, if you are a lover of language, is simply dynamite!

Monday, April 17, 2017

AfterlandAfterland by Mai Der Vang
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Just finished reading the most evocative, powerful poetry collection ever, AFTERLAND by Mai Der Vang. She writes about the Hmong population-the lament of her people and the songs of loss and grief that come with war. Each poem sliced through my skin in its silent, grotesque and powerful imagery as these resilient refugees struggled to escape and survive. Every image is staggering. In the poem "Light from a Burning Citadel she begins:

"now I am a Siamese rosewood on fire.
I am a skin of sagging curtain.
I am a bone of bullet hole.
I am locked in the ash oven of a forest."

So many tears shed for the grief for her people and you, too, will shed those tears. What a powerhouse of language!

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Sunday, April 16, 2017

Trump Tax March

Trump Tax March, April 15th. Who could have imagined a world where a president is not required to release his taxes? Frankly, who could have imagined a world with such nepotism, such cronyism, so many illegal acts committed on a daily basis, as the president continues to go (practically every weekend) to Florida and play golf as we, the people, are taxed millions so he and his family can frolic on the golf course and around the world. Aren't hard-working people--Republicans--incensed? Apparently, some are, since some former Trump supporters joined the crowds in NYC (huge, where I was) and in cities around the country demanding for him to release his tax returns. The operative question for the day was: what are you hiding? Since every president before 45 has been more than eager to release these forms, it is evident he is hiding something. Now that the Russian meddling into our elections is in full swing, it is obvious, "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark." More to the point, something is rotten in Washington. More than one thing is rotten in Washington, but as the people continue to get more frustrated, more disenfranchised, our president continues to play golf, since that is what he does. Furthermore, why is Kellyanne Conway suddenly so quiet? Just because her husband was asked to come on board to the Trump team, to add on one more person to his list of cronies? This is an appalling travesty of decency and justice and cover-ups. The cry of the day? "Lock him up!" I think so.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

The Hate U GiveThe Hate U Give by Angie Thomas
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Could not put down Angie Thomas' book, THE HATE U GIVE. I have never seen a novel which understands the challenges of being the lone black girl in an all white prep school, and the uneasy balance of negotiating these two worlds. Of course, the major challenge emerges when Starr, the main character, witnesses the fatal shooting of her best friend from childhood, Kahil. And she knows he was innocent, but yet again, he dies at the hands of a police officer. Kahil's death becomes a national headline, and Starr is faced with the burden of what to do with the information she has, while maintaining her place in her fancy prep school. What Starr does not want to compromise, however, is her integrity; plus, she has a burning desire for justice to be served. What does this mean, when the rest of the world turns a blind eye to the truth? Very raw, very painful, very real, I understand why John Green says, "she has written a gut-wrenching novel what will be remembered as a classic of our time!"

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