New Beginnings

January 1 is an arbitrary date, decided by a pope or an emperor somewhere in the mists of time. There are many cultures around the world that celebrate a different New Year. Yet they’ve all come to agree that for practical purposes, we all start anew on January 1.  In...

Shiny, Happy People

I was teasing my husband the other day about his attraction to shiny objects: the chrome of a motorcycle fender, the glimmer of a diamond earring, the reflection of light in the bottom of a pot he’s cleaning, Ron is always chasing the light. We’re all in love with...

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...

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...

The Persistence of….Uh….I Forget

Salvador Dali’s unforgettable image of watches dripping off branches has been a favorite  of mine since I was a child. Time can melt, but never disappear, like the memory of an event.  Except of course, it’s not true.  Memory itself melts, distorts and recreates...

The Creative Body

Welcome to the Creative Body, a resource and forum for exploring the intersection between body and mind, movement and possibility, expression and introspection.  Take a tour, post a comment.  If you’d like to submit an article, please send material to...