Sometimes I am boggled by the gallery of souls I've known. By the lore. The wild history, unsung. People crowd in and talk to me in dreams. People who died or disappeared or whose connection to my own life makes no logical sense, but exists, as strong as ever, in a past that seeps and… Continue reading heaven is other people
Author: Dana Cass
Writer, retired amateur ballerina, reluctantly fluent in corporate jargon, often confused for a twelve-year-old. American living in London.
2020 in books
I thought this might be the year I beat my 2015 reading record: 89 books, 32,379 pages (thanks, Goodreads). Even a pandemic is no match for commuting from Astoria to the Meatpacking District, I guess. I came close this year with 79 books, 31,284 pages. That mismatch between books and pages relative to 2015 is… Continue reading 2020 in books
a very covid christmas
Reader, I got it.
any other name
At 31, with my faculties and most of my dignity intact, I'm hard-won. People know me and know of me.
nuance, but nuanced
I lapsed briefly the other day, while reading about Eleanor Roosevelt's course at an English boarding school, into cursing anew my subpar secondary education. I'm tired of the Internet right now, the barrage of too-pat memes that flatten every systemic failure into a hot take with a solution simple enough to fit into a hashtag,… Continue reading nuance, but nuanced
writers: they’re just like us!
I recently read two books written by people I know. (It's cool. I'm fine! I love the choices I've made and that I expend my creative energy tweeting on behalf of a corporation.) The first, a collection of essays, was by a friend with whom I share not one but two alma maters: our performing… Continue reading writers: they’re just like us!
BODY
Spotify's Throwback Thursday playlist was Pride-themed last week. This post is not about how many of the songs on the playlist I had sung (4), choreographed (2), or danced to (7), but even setting the memory of my star* turn as Alexi Darling in the 2009 Vassar College production of "Rent" aside, I associate many… Continue reading BODY
31
I thought this morning about the past year and God help me but the first thing that came to mind — from a year when I got engaged, moved to London, and survived at least the first wave of a global pandemic — was being pitched by a San Francisco ad agency. They took us… Continue reading 31
some thoughts on cooking
The Meryl Streep onion-slicing montage in "Julie & Julia," a movie I watched once eleven years ago, haunts me...
insult and quarantinjury
The other week I read some WSJ puff piece about how locked-down Americans doing burpees for the first time keep spraining their ankles. I rolled my eyes at all the bumbling idiots, like I'm not someone who once tweaked my neck so badly shampooing my hair that I couldn't turn my head for a week,… Continue reading insult and quarantinjury
