Pa’ mi gente.

  Hurricane Maria made landfall in Puerto Rico earlier today. I’m a nuyorican, born and raised in the U.S. On the mainland, I’m often told I don’t look or sound Puerto Rican. On the island, boricuas look at me suspect, and whisper gringa behind my back. But make no mistake: the island is in my […]

Going public. (part four of an in-progress series)

(Refresh your memory: Click here for part three.)   I blame Sofie. I was nervous about sitting in the backseat of the Honda CRV. It was a two-hour drive from the Albany train station to the artists center. Sitting in the front passenger seat would isolate me from the two fellow residents in the backseat, […]

Wish granted. (part three of an in-progress series)

The first time was in the back seat of a Honda CRV. It was unexpected. I had anticipated the opposite that morning: the day was supposed to be the beginning of one month alone. Before the magic in the Honda, I arrived to the Albany train station and reminded myself that I had resolved to […]

No friends, no fear. (part two of an in-progress series)

  People were the problem. Four weeks in the Adirondacks were the solution. No wifi. No cell phone service. No accessible town with coffee shops or bars or bodegas that sold fistfuls of Laffy Taffy and Swedish Fish for fifty cents. One month at a lake-front artists colony in a small hamlet two hours north […]

Seeking employment.

Friends: I am available immediately for employment opportunities: on- and off-site; contract, project-based, and on-staff; temporary and/or part-time. For those of you know who have known me for a few years, you are aware of the reach of my skills–from creating ideas to perfecting final work, from behind-the-scenes development to on-the-stage presentation and performance–and experience, […]

My best day of 2016.

Wednesday, August 24. It was early morning, likely before 9:00 a.m. I rode my new Trek bicycle west along Lower Road in Brewster, a mid-Cape Cod town in Massachusetts. Both the recently re-paved road and my month-old bicycle were smooth: no cratered surfaces and no grinding gears.  I guided my bike with my left hand […]