by Mary B Safrit | Apr 28, 2020 | Parables, The Creative Life
Sitting at my table in the living room/office/kitchen, I count the weeks since this quarantine started. Six, going on seven. I find myself pining for the office for which I pay rent, and all the things in it and all the things around it. As I sit in the minute...
by Mary B Safrit | Apr 22, 2020 | Parables, The Creative Life
On an unexceptional Tuesday in November, everything changed. The week started like any other that time of year. It was nearly the end of my first full year as a writer. Though the year started with the usual fervor and commitment to 87 unattainable goals,...
by Mary B Safrit | Apr 15, 2020 | Parables, The Creative Life
I stood on the stage in front of the renowned German vocal coach and 30 of my new peers and professors in the sweltering performance space. It was early July, and I’d arrived in Austria only five days prior. Two months before that, I walked across a stage and received...
by Mary B Safrit | Apr 8, 2020 | Parables, The Creative Life
I stood outside the door, fifteen minutes early and ambivalent as to my next step. It was my first lesson at this big name studio. Was there a waiting room situation behind the door, or did I risk walking straight into the middle of someone else’s lesson? I received...
by Mary B Safrit | Apr 3, 2020 | Parables, Relationships and Community
He’s getting married tomorrow, this guy I liked one time. I never wanted to be the one he turned to see when waiting anxiously at the altar. I just liked making him laugh. I was never sappy and love-sick, moony or weak-kneed. But we understood each other and at the...
by Mary B Safrit | Apr 2, 2020 | Mental Health, Parables
I’ve worn real pants once in the past ten days. That day, Saturday, I slept in. But once I rose I moved through my new routine–morning ablutions, prayer and reflection, workout, shower, breakfast (ok, lunch), work. It’s the same as my old routine, just all...
