Last night, I made a proclamation. "Tomorrow, I grow up." It's a Facebook Status kind of thing to say. Is it true? Will I grow up today? On the one hand, each day is a growing up into responsibility and freedom. Demands grow, stakes go up, opportunities present themselves with alarming swiftness and fickle timing. …
“Transformation is Possible”
My coaching assignment from three weeks ago was to reflect on what I'd like people to say about me when I die. My report on that reflection is due today, and frankly, though I've put a good bit of time into thinking about it, I don't have it done. It's a funny question, more troublesome …
“Places”
Each night I stand backstage pacing back and forth, running a small ritual that has become important to me as a preparation for a coming night of emotional journeying. The role of Eric Weiss in Brooklyn Boy is a challenging one, one that I relate to all too well. And then, inevitably, my friend Carla …
The Camera Comes Out
There is such joy in wandering around with my camera. Somehow it inspires...florals today, maybe portraits soon... Enjoy...
Impressions on a Good Friday
Fat Tuesday and Good Friday are both preludes. You'd think I must have chosen to give up blogging for Lent. Not one entry after Fat Tuesday. Nothing of the glorious Ash Wednesday experience, that annual marker of remembering that death is coming for all of us, that we are made of ashes and dust and …
JEFF BERRYMAN 