As a kid born in the 1950s, I had strange tastes in entertainment. As a very young child, I much preferred Liberace with all his glitter, sparkle, and classical music to the soothing simplicity of dear Mr. Rogers. When I imagined what I wanted to be when I grew up, it was Shirley Temple with her charm and chutzpah. She …
Haven’t Got Time for the Pain…
The other day, a familiar ’70s song started playing. As I softly sang along, the lyrics stopped me mid-phrase: ’Cause I haven’t got time for the pain I haven’t got room for the pain I haven’t the need for the pain Not since I’ve known you… Something in those words pierced me differently this time. Everywhere we turn, the language …
THERE MUST BE SOMETHING ELSE
In 1966, when I was 14 years old, I found myself on the floor of my bedroom creating a large poster of a girl. It was a full-length silhouette. Her long dress and hair flowed behind her. Streaming forward through her eyes were swirling multicolored clouds. I wrote in the space under the clouds: THERE MUST BE SOMETHING ELSE. It …