Overlapping Readings?!


Not in a bajillion years would I have dreamt of this date clash: my girlfriend Emily and I have readings on the same night! The weirdest part is that I have a reading at all; Em’s an old pro at this, I’m a rookie.

The readings are Thursday, May 14. Emily is reading from her book. Yes, the poetry and watercolor book she recently published, Lending Color to the Otherwise Absurd. She’ll be at Women & Children First Bookstore at 5233 N. Clark Street at 7:30.

I’m reading an essay with my other classmates from second semester at The Writer’s Studio, starting at 7 pm at the Royal Cafe at 6764 N. Sheridan Road. It’s an Ethiopian Restaurant where you can bring your own beer and wine and feast from the wonderful and affordable menu.

I keep thinking, “who’d have thunk?” It’s a crazy expression my sister used all the time and it drove. me. crazy. God, I wish she were around to say it one more time. She sure would for this occasion. But then again, I wonder. The way that question keeps popping in and out of my mind, maybe she is somewhere near. Emily just told me at lunch the other day she’s certain we all come back. Interesting synchronicity, isn’t it?

What Would You Do Different?


If you knew you would be okay, what would you do different? It’s a great question, and it was asked last Sunday by one of the nine stars in “My Second Act, Survivor Stories from the Stage” at the Athenaeum Theater. My friend Emily was one of the nine, although I wish she were in the audience sitting next to our friend Lori and me instead having to play this part. The show is produced by the Women Survivor Alliance, a growing organization working to empower, educate and connect women affected by cancer. Their mission: to help survivors find their voice, improve the quality of life and embrace their 2nd Acts. emily

The Emily I know has always embraced life, even after a diagnosis of an impossible-to-prounounce leukemia caused by the treatment needed to beat breast cancer. But last fall she gave us all a huge hug by publishing a book of her poems illustrated by her water colors: Lending Color to the Otherwise Absurd.

For as much as I wish I didn’t have a reason to sit in the audience, it was enlightening. And humbling. It gives one pause to sit quietly and listen to nine brave women from every measurable demographic talk about the wisdom gained while beating down that horrible medical monster called cancer. And what a great question from one of her co-stars: If you knew you would be okay, what would you do different? group-on-stage1e Would you be doing what you’re doing now? Are you waiting for some allusive milestone before going after your passion? If by some miracle every roadblock you see in your path were torn down, do you know where you’d be headed? It’s worth thinking about. And if you need further inspiration, keep a copy of Lending Color to the Otherwise Absurd by your side.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost – Bookworms Club


My laptop continues undergoing a tune-up before I start school in mid-January, and both packed and yet-to-be filled boxes abound around the condo we’re moving from at the end of the month. I’m focused on organizing the pieces of our lives so the next stop in our journey unfurls as uncluttered and stress-free as possible so I can participate in class without being too distracted. Still, I’m hard-wired to find time to write and read. I picked up Meaghan Daum’s new book of essays, “Unspeakable,” and am up late into the night reading and re-reading it. What an amazing piece of work. She’s a brilliant writer.

This morning skimming through email I found this timely and timeless poem in a LinkedIn discussion. We’re all entering a New Year if not a new home. I hope you, too, are as inspired by this masterpiece as I head back onto the path full of boxes.

 “The Road Not Taken” is one of Frost’s most critically acclaimed poems. The poem starts with the narrator standing at a fork road where he is supposed to make a decision about which road to take. As he knows he cannot take both road at the same time, he try his best to look at one road till it bends in the undergrowth, but then he takes the opposite road. While travelling through the selected road he is constantly thinking of the road not taken. As most of us do, probably Frost is pointing to the truth of life. That none of us try to concentrate on our present task or the path which we have taken. We always try to think of the lost benefits from those untrodden paths, as the saying goes – “ The road is always greener on the other end”. 

 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference  

 In the end our narrator writes that he will be recalling this journey with a “sigh” in the future. Whether the sigh is a happy sigh or sad sigh, is something we as readers have to interpret. Or maybe even the narrator also didn’t know. All he knew was that, “All the difference in your life was finally because of the road you selected.”

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost – Bookworms ClubBook

We Write Because & Hope to be Published


The difference between being a writer and getting published reminds me of the difference between wanting to be a good parent and actually being a good parent. They appear as a continuum but couldn’t be more unrelated. There are legions of great wordsmiths in endless varieties like journalists, poets, fiction writers, essayists and others. Many create outstanding work but aren’t published simply because the quantity of material editors, agents, publishers and other gatekeepers must review is overwhelming.  Can you imagine the percentage of writer to agents, editors and publishers? That’s one of the few facts  I never want to learn.

Nonetheless, writers keep on writing. I don’t believe we have a choice. I could no more stop writing than I could turn down a mani-pedi with either of my grown daughters. Being published rivals sitting in a salon with one on either side of me. It’s probably hard for the non-writer or childless adult to comprehend, still it’s indisputably true.

In March I spent 18 glorious days at Ragdale, a writer- and artist-in-residence retreat. I reveled in the company of like-minded souls who struggle with all the thrill and torture of our calling. My bunk-mate was Jill Wine-Banks. More precisely, we shared a bathroom, and any woman knows after 18 days that alone creates an indestructible bond. She was working on her memoir about an inexperienced Dept. of Justice prosecutor in DC who happened to be the only female prosecutor on the Watergate case. Among others, she questioned Rose Mary Woods, then-President Nixon’s White House secretary and long-time confidante, about the 18-minute gap on  audio tapes used to record phone conversations in the White House. In the 1970s. When maybe 3% of law school graduates were women. Maybe 2% trial attorneys. Can you imagine the sexism facing a brilliant female attorney working to oust a US president and his senior advisors? Who also remains beautiful? And those were only some of the challenges she faced at that time.

She’s still working on it and no less concerned about getting published than I am about the essays I’m painfully aware can’t come close to the drama and infamy she participated in at the highest levels in a milestone moment of U.S. history. If she’s worried about getting published, you’ve got to believe me when I say we don’t choose to be writers. We just are.

I’m currently helping a long-time friend promote a book of poetry and water colors, entitled Lending Color to the Otherwise Absurd by Emily Thornton Calvo. Emily has two other books published the traditional route with a co-author:  How to Succeed in Advertising When All You Have is Talent and 25 Words or Less, a primer on finding a soulmate on-line. She’s co-founder and associate board member of Chicago Slam Works and tallies other credentials I couldn’t accumulate in 100 years. Still, this time she went the self-publishing route because she won an individual Artists Program Grant from the City of Chicago Department of Cultural Affairs & Special Events and the Illinois Arts Council.

She dreaded the time-consuming and unsure fate of finding a traditional publisher. The grant supports the cost of Lending Color to the Otherwise Absurd. The book’s words and images represent the lifelong journey of an incredibly talented, warm and brilliant soul wanting to help interpret or “color” the absurdities of life with “a beauty, irony or compassion that makes nonsense less disagreeable and even amusing.”

Introducing...Lending Color to the Otherwise Absurd

How lucky is she that her application rose to the top in a city the size of Chicago and with a bureaucracy that has nothing on Washington D.C?  Lending Color to the Otherwise Absurd will be available in October. You’ll want to own this masterpiece and share it with others. It’s truly a gift.

In less than one year I’ve been privileged to work side by side with two fascinating women, each struggling to share their remarkable experiences with words and images. Writing is one profession where members rely heavily on each other, depend on each other in fact, for constructive criticism and reality checks―a lot. We read, edit, workshop and consume each other’s efforts as no others can. That I think my words compare with these two seems laughable, but their encouragement is genuine. I know these are friends who wouldn’t let me waste a minute chasing a fantasy. Still, it’s hard to imagine….