Deemed Decorative

I call Diane a silk artist, though she admitted to me that she didn’t always see herself as an artist.  “I went between thinking that I’m a craft person and an artist,” she said. “But I got to that point where I can say I’m an artist.” “Is that because some of the things you […]

Art Evokes Emotion

When Diane and I talked about what gives art meaning, she spoke about the intention and heart behind a piece of artwork. “It’s something that evokes an emotion,” she said. “It doesn’t smack you in the face but pulls an emotion out of you. You look at it, and you feel something.” Over ten years […]

It Takes Two

As a dancer, I’ve always known that it takes two to tango. But recently, I’ve been thinking that all creative endeavors need two—the writer and the reader, the artist and the viewer, the musician and the listener, and even the cook and the diner. When two people dance tango, they create and experience each other’s […]

Sharing Scares Me

When I tango, I know how the dance feels for me, but I never know how my partner experiences it. That uncertainty makes me uncomfortable. Yet if I want to dance, I have to put myself out there and connect with a partner. It’s the same with writing. I know what the creative experience means […]

Don’t We Need More?

Many likes

It takes two to tango, but as a writer or an artist, don’t we need more? It’s easy to think we do. We live in a world that motivates us to acquire a multitude of followers, get tons of likes, and sell boatloads of books or art. That’s the business of art.  Does that give […]

Just Relax

Just relax. Nothing stresses me out more than when someone says that to me. Relax is a confusing instruction. While it sounds like the person is telling me what to do, in reality they are telling me what not to do. They are telling me not to be tense. And the moment I think of […]

Women’s Stories

As with cocktails, changing a few elements can completely transform a story. Over the past year, a group of fellow Maggidot, female Jewish storytellers, and I have discovered the power of this transformation. Our mission—to put together a collection of Jewish stories where women take the leading role. Some of the stories are our re-interpretation […]

Manhattan Monday

Mondays are rough. When I wake up in the morning, my mind buzzes with everything on my To Do list, and I feel overwhelmed. But since summer, I have something to look forward to on Mondays—the creative search for a variation of my favorite cocktail, the Manhattan. Inspired by my cousin, who posts pictures of himself and […]

Hidden Stories

Every morning I walk my dog through my neighborhood. We stroll down the street past boutique stores, art galleries, bars and restaurants. I peer through the windows and wonder what stories these places could tell. What dreams came alive here? Or perhaps, what dreams died? Did people fall in love or did they argue? It […]

Feeling Unseen

gazing out of window

I’ll be honest. I’ve been feeling a little unseen lately.  Everything was going pretty well this spring. I was venturing out more, meeting up with friends, and even taking risks like auditioning for a local play. (I didn’t get the role, but I put myself out there! I’d never done that before.) Then Alan came […]

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I’ll be honest. I’ve been feeling a little unseen lately. 

Everything was going pretty well this spring. I was venturing out more, meeting up with friends, and even taking risks like auditioning for a local play. (I didn’t get the role, but I put myself out there! I’d never done that before.) Then Alan came home from a conference with Covid, and everything came to a screeching halt. 

For several weeks I suffered from brain fog and fatigue. I couldn’t finish my May newsletter. I was unable to revise my short stories. And because I tested positive for over three weeks, I remained isolated from other people. No singing or acting classes. No dancing or yoga or kettlebell sessions. No hanging out at the neighborhood bar with friends.

The apprehension and loneliness that I felt during the Covid lockdown returned, and I’ll be honest, I got a little depressed. But that’s when I realized it was time to write about those emotions. During the lockdown, I had no interest in writing about the Covid epidemic. I needed an escape. I needed to read and write about different time periods. Now I’m ready to capture what we’re going through today, this period when we need to get past our Covid PTSD and figure out how to live our lives again. That is what the characters in my next novel will face.