Excerpt from One Breath, Then Another
I wrote, subjected my writing to workshop criticism, read books, shivered in the winter, took power yoga classes and toiled with my Master?s thesis. It was difficult to reacquaint myself with New York City after three years, the place I associated with my meltdown, while simultaneously re-entering the program when everyone was in their second year and had already established groups of friends. I was feeling very insecure socially and didn?t get close to anyone. Hence, my thesis became my sole obsession. After struggling with it to the point of wanting to smash my computer with a hammer and swear off writing forever, I started to see it turning into a memoir. I was writing about all the major experiences I?d had in my life that I cared about, that had changed me in some way. I was achieving catharsis through reliving events, writing about them and letting them go. When I wasn?t battling my part time job in arts administration, I was staring at the computer screen, sinking deeper into memories, trying to find the right words, reworking the same paragraph eight, ten, fifteen times, pounding at the keyboard. Several times, I woke with a start in the middle of the night and jerked my laptop open on the fold up TV dinner table at the side of my bed. My thesis and I slept together, ate together, talked about everything, laughed and cried together.
Suddenly it was May and the thesis due date had arrived. I had to stop editing, bind it up and turn it in. I was having separation anxiety. I didn?t want to let it go. The thesis had been consuming all my time and attention allowing me to block out all other thoughts, such as the reality of graduating and the painful question that continued to resurface like an incurable cyst: What now?
Readings of Fiction, Nonfiction, & Poetry as well as Storytelling & Spoken Word
Bands, Singer/Songwriters, Jazz Singers
I completed a teaching artist training and internship program through Community Word Project, a New York City based arts-in-education organization that inspires children in under served communities to read, interpret and respond to their world and to become active citizens through collaborative arts residencies. I assisted in a year long poetry and visual art residency in a second grade class at PS132 in Washington Heights.
I earned my MFA in Creative Writing from The New School, where I studied closely with writers Jonathan Ames, Shelley Jackson and Susan Cheever.
In addition to creative nonfiction, I write fiction, plays and sometimes poetry.