Archive
April 1, 2020
Aging in the Time of COVID
by
Paula Vogel
April 1, 2020
What’s After the Afrofuture?
by
Ogemdi Ude
April 1, 2020
Not My Prayer
by
Octavio Solis
April 1, 2020
a selection from Good Grief
by
Ngozi Anyanwu
April 1, 2020
I Used to Be an Actress
by
Nancy Rodriguez
April 1, 2020
It’s OK
by
Monet Hurst-Mendoza
April 1, 2020
These Days
by
Miranda Rose Hall
April 1, 2020
Cavedwellers
by
Mary-Louise Parker
April 1, 2020
Loop
by
Mary-Louise Parker
By age four, I felt destined for the stage. I was in running dialogue with myself by then, and was, though outwardly shy, a full-blown drama queen. At seventeen, I found myself in a drama school and the rest (it seemed to me) would be history. When I looked in the mirror, I saw Bette Davis, who, in my eyes, was a perfect vessel of monstrous passions, quite like my own.