Since my father died, I've been surprised at the freedom of thought and speech that I feel. We weren't in contact except for the occasional letter back and forth, but I was keenly aware of his presence in the distance, a governing force on my thoughts. Don't go there, the little internal voice would say,... Continue Reading →
Part of the joy of working at local community music and arts centers has been interacting with children. I'm only at these centers a couple of days a week, but they are, without question, the highlight of my week. I've become friends with a number of little ones; the pianist, the writer, the actor, the... Continue Reading →
When you're a kid, you don't realize that the way you see the world isn't the way everybody sees the world.
In Grace and Frankie, you and Tomlin have shown how large life can be for women beyond the all-consuming family-raising work.
My whole life, I've been told "you're too hard on yourself", but that message never made sense to me until I heard the phrase "be gentle with yourself." What an interesting word, "yourself." The self belonging to you, like two separate entities. Part of the triumverate, the Son and the Holy Ghost. My "self" is... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 