What Crosses My Mind

  • Why Do I Need A Monologue?

    Years ago, when I was pursuing the stage, I was told by my mentor to always have a couple of monologues ready to go – preferably one comic and another tragic, perhaps contemporary or classical, even better always carry one of each in your back pocket and have them all memorized. Have a resource of…

  • Oh Waukesha!

    I know a person in Waukesha She is my you We all in a mirror See our eyes Know a tear a sword, A knowledge That if we could hear the pain Her pain, his, they, we all feel We sow the empathy Even if rather avoid. Oh her kindness She is my you Our…

  • I Cry, Sometimes

    Sharing a story, recalling a significant rite of passage in my childhood, Not one I chose I might be so reminded.   One day, her glance a twelve year old mind, frightened by tragedy, submission to God’s plan, a confusion, yet her eyes, would tell me a story.   I then and forever touched would…

  • Two Lives Matter

    We have all seen them by now the news is rampant with sensation they know how to trigger our emotions suggest how we ought to feel.

  • The Tragedy of Time

    Perhaps it is the not knowing a circumstance a press release in the evening news, a morning alert we all have found ourselves recognizing the vulnerable nature of the human condition – oh is it death, or simply the prolonged life medical intervention, that would have not extended any truths centuries ago, we just died,…

  • Two Lives – A Cultural Divide

    Dedicated to the short lives of Bushra Abdi, 19, and Zeynab (Hapsa) Abdalla 19   There are already open wounds two young women lost their lives their final moments in a panic with 911.   We have these preliminary assumptions the dead can no longer speak a certain beauty will now forever encompass the memory…

  • When A Mass Shooter Commits Suicide

    I feel lost and helpless, out of control, I cannot fathom the pain that is now endured by the family, the friend, the community, the loss of life so random and unexpected, … and this has nothing to do with the shooter.   I’m left in a fury of angst and simple confusion, I know…

  • When My Father Cried

    It was the changing season, a tragedy, we were all crying, dumbfounded and surreal the moments ahead forever. He was heart-broken no place to stand or sit or feel, just simple pain, always and forever, misty eyed and helpless to the reality of the human condition. He’d been tested, he’d been traumatized, together ships passing…

  • Recognizing Who We Are Today! (a draft)

    We experienced a tragedy in (our community) last week. We lost a young man as the result of a traffic accident. He touched many hearts. The city, the district, the students were all impacted by the loss of (student), a student known by many for his affectionate and charming persona, an infectious personality. I listened…

  • How Will Society React

      In Minneapolis, a white, blonde woman, of means was gunned down by a Somali police officer. Let me say this a different way. A woman in a dark alley was recently shot dead by a cop on patrol in south Minneapolis. Or I could say, after making a call to 911, a woman in…