I have found myself on stage for 2ndStoryThe Moth Story Slam, The Uptown Poetry Slam at the Green Mill, The Gwendolyn Brooks Open Mic Awards, Vocalo radio, and various reading series including The Sunday Night Sex Show and Guts and Glory.

My body has been hijacked in public by a professional exorcist; a Pisces warrior; a lover of Genghis Khan; Kali; Freya; George Washington; and a grotesque burlesque dancer.  But more often than not, I appear as an ordinary woman in ordinary clothes, with legs that won’t stop shaking, knowing that public exposure will probably send me into retreat for days.  Then you’ll find me at home, lovingly wiping up muck as soup bubbles on the stove.

At best, performance is a coming-out ritual, a test of courage, and a rebirth.  I try to “see” my story right along with the audience, as if I was discovering it for the first time too.  The story has its own life, so I try to get out of the way and let it tell itself. But sometimes, I just want to hide.