May My Expression Facilitate Yours
Hello, sweet baby, lover of the universe, seeker, someone who has feelings about foie gras one way or the other (how did I know?)!
My late mother — who was an overly-generous listener — had anxiety that always felt to me like an invisible bear, following her. It caused her to walk too fast and even fall down a few times. One of those times, when I was a kid, my parents and I were picking up my homework from my elementary school’s office. My mom walked so fast to Mr. Collins' office and back I could tell when she returned to the car she had fallen. She even bloodied her front teeth — I could see from the backseat as she looked at herself in the passenger side make-up mirror. My father didn’t notice and she didn’t tell him. She rarely felt like she could share the full truth because it would be judged, and squished, and mangled. Raise your hand if you're a woman.
My Mom not feeling like she could share her full self didn’t make her any less exquisite to me or anyone, but it has made me acutely aware of how important it is to express ourselves. And how the legacy of her I carry with me must be one of expression.
So, for my mother, and for everyone out there who has trepidation about our vulnerabilities, I say, let’s all express ourselves. I promise to always do it in love (with an occasional reference to dongs and/or doodie).
You can read my blog here (woefully not updated), or read more of my older, official-like writing here.
On a more practical level, I write, am in several bands, and run an independent record label with the spirit of my deceased brother-in-law.
And here's how you pronounce Sutkowski (if Tony can say it, so can you!):
My Mom not feeling like she could share her full self didn’t make her any less exquisite to me or anyone, but it has made me acutely aware of how important it is to express ourselves. And how the legacy of her I carry with me must be one of expression.
So, for my mother, and for everyone out there who has trepidation about our vulnerabilities, I say, let’s all express ourselves. I promise to always do it in love (with an occasional reference to dongs and/or doodie).
You can read my blog here (woefully not updated), or read more of my older, official-like writing here.
On a more practical level, I write, am in several bands, and run an independent record label with the spirit of my deceased brother-in-law.
And here's how you pronounce Sutkowski (if Tony can say it, so can you!):
I've done a lot of work and have gone to a lot of school (BS in Film and TV, MLA in English and American Lit and Language, MFA in Screenwriting) and would love to share with you what I've learned along the way (I'm not telling you this to brag, but because grad school is expensive and I'm dishing mucho of this know-how for free, but not the soul-killing MFA know-how, just the good stuff). So sign up below for continued deliciousness on how gain the confidence to express yourself and make your world centered on creativity and treating yourself gently, the importance of telling your story (and how to do that), as well as tips and tricks on being a shower/grower, too.
XO Jenn
PS. Did I mention I’m writing this while wearing a Skeletor costume?
XO Jenn
PS. Did I mention I’m writing this while wearing a Skeletor costume?