Set still from The Fall (2006)
Michel-Eugène Chevreul’s color wheel, 1864
Artwork By David Klein, circa 1970’s
“Train time is found time”: Amtrak offers residencies for writers
DREAMS DO COME TRUE.
Strange how life redirects us by subtle degrees, so slightly that we’re unaware our course has changed until we’re deep in uncharted territory. In the past six months, I’ve moved to a new city, made friends out of strangers, wrestled with purpose, had work published, struggled to write, doubted and hoped in equal measure, found myself singing - afraid, unsure, but still singing, out loud! - on stage in full and empty rooms. I’ve loved fully. I’ve questioned constantly. I’ve never been more thrilled. This summer, I will be on tour, traveling the Midwest, seeing the East Coast for the first time, living weeks’ worth of highway life. All of which is to say, how did I get here? This place, this moment. I wonder daily without needing an answer. Retracing my steps no longer feels necessary. I am here and it is now and the unfamiliar is so serendipitous.