The Privilege Of Being A

I Think That Those Of Us Who Are Ordinary Disappear Easily Into The Backdrop Of Life And We Take Things For Granted. We Often Wake Up In Our Lives And Wonder How We Got There. But The Characters I Create, The People I Am Drawn To, Are Quite Extraordinary (and Not Always In Wholesome Ways), And They Offer Us The Chance To Understand Who We Really Are And How We Became Who We Are.

If I Dont Get At Least One E-mail Every Ten Minutes, I Feel Unloved. Even Junk Mail Makes Me Feel Seen. Sad, I Know. Sigh.

Every Successful Artist Comes From A Family - Parents Or Siblings Or Both - Who, Although Equally Gifted, Chose Not To Pursue The Treacherous And Difficult Path Of The Artist.

Love Is At Once The Most Creative And Yet Simultaneously Destructive Force In The World, And Thus, In Our Lives. And I Don't Mean The Hallmark Sentimental Type Of Love, Although That Is Part Of It. But A Deeper Obligation That We Have To Each Other: The Obligation To Reflect Our Humanness At Each Other, To Reflect Back The Things Others Show Us And We, Them.

Something That Had The Quality Of A Dimly Lit Stage Set Just Before The Curtains Rise On Opening Night. There Was A Rhythm To It, A Beckoning, And A Bittersweet Tear In Time.