Brave souls slip off the masks and unbuckle the armor. We step out and onto the illuminated stage, giving voice to our words. Purposeful and distinct, we tell our truths while above us paper lanterns dance to our pulsing vibrato. The sound of language gives texture and richness to our written stories now shared with eager ears in a tiny auditorium.
This year’s Key Bank Rochester Fringe Festival ushers in heartfelt stories about the humor, messiness, joys, sorrows, and wisdom that motherhood brings with LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER: Mama Said. I’m excited to share that I will join the cast of eight women who will share stories of motherhood at Writers & Books for two hour-long […]
Holding my child close is easier than letting go of my teenager.
Minutes before the start of my son’s soccer game, I cried. I gasped for breath when I read the news that Michael Patrick Lynch had died. Michael was the Irondequoit teen who was struck by a car while crossing the street on his way to school.