From the Kinēsa Newsletter
Smarty Pants
As I stumble into the 21st century; cell phone charger wires dangling from my purse, a snake pit of wires coiled under my feet at my desk (last time I checked: Computer, phone, fax, speakers, cell phone charger, heater, printer, mouse base station and my Skype...
It’s not just a good idea, it’s the law
I love gravity. Not the kind some of my professors had in college, where every word they uttered landed like an anvil on my shoulders till I felt moored to my desk like someone stuck in a drill press. I’m talking about that wonderful law that nobody seems to...
Dark Eyes
Most people don’t remember a peculiar moment of temporary insanity in America’s culture. We speak nostalgically of our hula hoops. We all remember where we were when we first heard The Beatles. But who waxes fondly on the accordion orchestras that flooded the nation...
Getting Organized
When I was a young performer, I had the privilege of touring with a seasoned director for several years named Claude Kipnis. When I encountered difficulty in performing a role he growled, “Don’t get stuck in your limitations, turn your liabilities into assets!” I...
Aliens Stole My Time
Years ago, I came across a survey conducted by the Roper Organization. According to its survey, approximately 33,000,000 Americans showed signs of having been abducted by aliens. A booming industry of abduction specialists ranging from psychotherapists to...
Giving up the Guilt
"Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?” William Shakespeare, Macbeth My husband Ron and I are listening to the radio as we drive, and the DJ announces an 18th century oratorio by Kozeluch, another Mozart wannabe. It’s called Moses in...
