June 14th, 1990: Thursday evening in the front room, alone. Where does one begin to tell of the end of a journey? Janet Ryan, my friend Janet Ryan (I still can’t believe it) died early Saturday morning. It’s Thursday now, hardly bother with tissues anymore. Janet was an instigator. So am I. The East andContinue reading “We were the East and West Wind”
Category Archives: Performances
Aunt Mary’s Mask
Are we now putting on masks over masks? Without the best cosmetics showing off our makeover skills, is the playing field levelled in an unintended way?