Organizing The Ineffable

       It was Passover 1982 in Cambridgeport Massachusetts. I was part of a community  of other performing artists and writers. Our desire  to provide an eclectic  community offering with an open invite for anyone who needed a Passover place to come, was greeted with an extravagant response.  Many religions and nationalities and points of view

Belonging

             The ongoing  group I led, Outsiders Come Inside, recently  concluded after three years.  I reflect on this time with fondness and a tender appreciation and admiration for the members of this group. As I move forward and initiate a new group  I have begun to appraise how I orient and create meaning, and provide