I broke my foot ten months ago, in a dance class. I took a modest leap and my left foot came down hard, smack on top of my right, missing the floor entirely. The break is named the Jones Fracture. Dr. Jones broke his fifth metatarsal on the dance floor too, although I don’t know … Continue reading The New Story of My Life
Author: Hope Kiah
I started studying flute at 12, after being told definitively to give up the violin. (Our dogs loved to sing along a little too much…) Almost immediately I started jamming to my sister Sana’s guitar/vocal tunes, improvising naturally. We played locally and had the good fortune of performing at the Village Gate when I was 15 at the end of a women’s march. Since then I have been in and out of musical explorations, including a stint at Berklee College of Music. From ’87 to ’94 I lived and gigged in Crested Butte, Colorado after which I moved to Santa Fe, my happy home, where I continue to live with my husband Thom and our dog Bounce, and play in a duo with Jim Harlan.
Letter to Grief
Dear Grief, At long last I can say yes, you have a place in my heart. You have stalked me, pulling at my twelve-year-old self, crawling under my blanket the night my father died, asking to be held, to be rocked, to be named, but I pushed you out of bed, pulled the covers up … Continue reading Letter to Grief
Shine On
I was raised by the Jealous Queen. My very survival meant hiding my light because if she felt threatened or jealous, the punishment for my creativity and joy was the poison apple. Now it’s that time of the year when we make lists of self improvement projects for the next twelve months, but this year … Continue reading Shine On
I Don’t Remember
I don’t remember how I found the courage to step into the rooms of the dying, my heart beating like a little tin drum. Am I worthy? Do I know enough? What if I screw up? I don’t remember where the courage or the innocence or the curiosity or the simple foolishness came from. I … Continue reading I Don’t Remember
Nancy London 