Certainty is a tempting trap, but you’re better than that.

Gurus hoard knowledge, manipulate their “disciples”, and starve critical thinking skills. They offer certainty in exchange for devotion. But here’s the truth: expertise is not infallible, and anyone who says otherwise is much more invested in their own ego than they will ever be in you.

Gurus are appealing because certainty is appealing. We all know that life is hard, so when we encounter people who offer ANSWERS, we tend to feel relieved. “Here is someone who can tell me what to do! Here is someone who has it all…

Get ready folx, Theatre is about to look… exactly the same.

Once upon a time there was a (probably) straight, (definitely) white and (insert eye-roll because, OF COURSE!) male super star named Normal. Normal was a cocky little son of a bitch but nobody ever called him out on it because, let’s face it, who has time to deal with someone like that when your own life is so very

Very

VERY

Real.

Everywhere Normal went, people smiled and took pictures. They let him stand next to them even when he was drunk and a little gropey. They listened to…

Can we stop the budget wars already?

Pandemic Panic

Around the nation schools and communities are reevaluating their budgets with an eye to cuts. Schools across the nation are laying off faculty/staff, issuing furloughs, and considering cutting vulnerable programs. We’re in a free-fall of monetary loss, and the Feds only seem interested in propping up the biggest of businesses/elitest of supporters. What’s a community rec center, school district, or institution of higher ed to do?

“Trim the fat!”

Problem is, of course, most of us have no fat left to trim.

Iowa State University has recently been in the news due to…

I’m not the only parent losing my mind during quarantine…right?

Oh, hello there! Are you reading this on your phone while you hide from your children in the bathroom, by chance? Are you even crying a little while you shovel ice cream into your gobhole from your perch on the toilet because you know that, any minute now, a little person is going to push through the magic “Peace and Quiet” portal/door to find you?

Of course I’m speaking from personal experience! Where do you think I’m writing this fromksaud.bd —

Oops, dropped some ice cream there. …

Entitlement culture at its finest…

Masks are stupid. Who wants to walk around looking like a knuckle-dragging dumb-bum afraid of the freaking air? Not this bitch! I’m going to die bare-faced and breathing through my mouth like God intended! Not that I want to die. I don’t. I totally, totally don’t want to die! But when I do die (because I’m old and stuff, and NOT because some stupid supposedly “Super flu” killed me), that’s when I’ll die all bare-faced and shit. …

I promise it will be fun (and maybe a little weird…)

A while back I sent out a flurry of emails to friends, inviting them to collaboratively write poems, one line and one email, at a time. Sadly, I fear the messages went the way of the chain-letter… Some participated, but without guaranteed interest, poems died in the inbox of disinterested friends.

SO — we’re going to try this again, but with a little more structure and better rate of return!

How it works:

1. Interested writers sign up (You don’t have to BE a writer to sign up — by…

The first “completed” poem in our first experimental writing project.

Nobody prepared me for this…

A sharply canted world blue skies empty streets solitude multitudes drowning in abruptly impossible air songs cheers sirens prayers, rising.

Nobody prepared me for this…

My neighbors hate my license plate, a house too big to heat, fenced in w/directions downloaded to the hospital, prayers rising.

Nobody prepared me for this…

My friend sent me a clip of NYC’s 7:00pm tribute to workers where they’ve begun singing, “New York, New York”; she was horrifically off-key, but it didn’t matter.

Nobody prepared me for this…

I live alone in my cocoon surrounded by the books I never got around to reading and framed photos of my memories

…so I prepared myself.

Written by:
Tiffany Antone
Jaisey Bates
Emma Goldman-Sherman
JC Sullivan
Joan Arenstein

I don’t know about you, but I’ve grown immensely tired of the “Shakespeare wrote King Lear during the plague” memes. Shakespeare had a patron, wasn’t suddenly tasked with turning an in-person class (or four) into an online class (or four) and he didn’t contribute a lick to home/childcare. So, you know, screw Lear!

I’m a playwright, but the only playwriting I’ve been able to do is drafting long-distance scene for my acting students to work with over Zoom. After all the teaching and child-caring has sucked me dry, the only creative things I’ve had the bandwidth for is baking and…