Existence. . .

— From EF —  I’m in Milwaukee. It’s zero degrees, and the wind can freeze your face off in nothing flat. I took off for a few days to be with a dear friend who just lost her mate to a cerebral aneurysm. Shopping, cooking, drinking wine together — the small things that...

Swells & Chop. . .

— From EF — If you’ve been reading this blog a while, you know that trips to the ocean are a staple on our sanity schedule. Something that never fails to amaze me is how that Lady’s face is never the same, and how her power is always manifest, whether in tumult or in...

Starting Off. . .

— From the Fool — I didn’t make resolutions because I forgot it was New Year’s. It didn’t look very new, and in the news they were still fighting, so it didn’t seem to make much difference in the larger scope of things if I sometimes forgot to feed...

Tribes & Ladders. . .

— From EF — I use the word tribe often. When we do our annual bardic trek across the country, I feel a bone-deep warmth in once again being in contact with those who are our tribe, those who are spendthrift in living within the world of the word, whose geis herds them...

The Longest Night. . .

— From CB — Returning from a San Francisco dental session, I caught the northbound bus at McAllister and seated myself in the front right-hand seat so I could easily see my stop coming up. My mind wanders after a two-hour ride. A few blocks later, a tall, very thin...

Foolishness. . .

— From the Fool — It’s getting harder these days to be a professional Fool. Like my sister the hooker says, the business is being ruined by amateurs. Even people running for President are getting into the act. It’s a fine line: saying crazy stuff to make...

Leverage. . .

— From EF — I like to think of myself as the Queen of Leverage. I’m only 5’2” and though reasonably strong have been temporarily daunted by some tasks. Back in our earlier theatre days, I remember a “hot damn” moment when I wanted my Fender-Rhodes keyboard (more than...

Theatre & Satan & Oysters. . .

— From EF — I have a problem going to see live theatre, because that’s my life. It’s what I do, what I have always done, and I expect to feel like family when I walk in the door. With our most recent Lear tour, I was acutely aware that many, if not most, of the people...

The Celebration & the Grind. . .

— From the Fool — Once I tried to keep a diary, but it didn’t work out. The first day, the cat did something funny and I wrote about that. The next day she just sat there, so I thought, well, maybe I could do something myself so I could write it down, because...

Stiff Winds. . .

— From EF — The ocean welcomed us again today, although it was so enthusiastic that we had to have our picnic in the car. It was sunny, yes, but the wind was beyond energetic. Opening the car door to get the picnic hamper out of the back was nearly a demo derby. But...