Author Archives: kristinshepherd
Dinosaur Chasers
There’s a conversation stuck in my head. It happened a couple of weeks ago in my clinic. Just two lines of dialogue between a four year old girl and her six year old brother. The question I was asking that … Continue reading
Blinking Indicates Help Is On The Way
I saw this sign in an elevator yesterday. Does it mean that if I blink help will come? Does it mean that if you’re blinking, help is coming my way? Or your way? I’m not sure. I do need help, … Continue reading
Calling all kaleidoscopes
A little kid came into my clinic this week with his daycare mom. He was gorgeous, maybe four or five years old. And shy, shy, shy. Couldn’t look at me, couldn’t bear me looking at him. He stared steadfastly and … Continue reading
Better than Chocolate
I’m not so much into literal interpretations of resurrection myths, but I am completely into being reborn in any way I can, any time I can. This Easter weekend has been the best ever. On the death/life cusp this weekend: … Continue reading
A Body Sings
A yoga friend of mine describes his morning practice as his body singing to him. Isn’t that beautiful? I think of it every morning during my own practice when I begin to hear those sticky, ignoramus thoughts about oh-I’m-tighter/chunkier/older/more-gravity-stricken-than-i-was-when-i-went-to-bed. I … Continue reading
Bald Money
I’m making a lot of money now that I’m bald. I shaved this head of mine for a play. I shaved it again when this play was performed in a festival on the weekend. Well, the play, Waiting For Godot, … Continue reading
Women Piping
I had the astounding good fortune to MC an International Women’s Day event on the weekend. It was called Eve-olution 3. You should have been there. There were women on bagpipes (I’d never seen women playing bagpipes, and never asked myself … Continue reading
I Love My Body: A Manifesto
Two weeks ago, I recognized myself. Same face, same hair, same body, pretty much, that I’ve had for years and years. Today I am bald, having shaved my head for a play. And on opening night in said play, I … Continue reading
We are superheroes
I learned how to use a whip today. This may be the only time in my life I get to write that sentence. I also want to say, if you EVER get the chance to do so, take whip-cracking lessons. I … Continue reading
Tough Business, Being Human
There’s a NIM bin across the street from my clinic. I watch people walk by it on the sidewalk. Most people ignore it. Occasionally someone stops to look at its contents. Once in a while, someone picks something off the top … Continue reading