As most of you know, there's been all these crazy floods in the midwest. Iowa City, where I spent four years of my life, is really messed up.
I look at these pictures and think, oh my god, I used to walk there, and there and there, and oh my god, the fountain in front of the IMU is completely submerged! And I think about the theatre building and the art building with the Pollock hanging in it and the library and I just want want to cry.
Why all this over a city?
This is my writing heart, the place the pretty well shaped me into the writer I am today. I know, everything in my life has, but after my father died, it was pretty much the next thing that kept me writing, encouraged me to write. I wrote and performed my first No Shame piece, 'Deep Thumb' , in Theatre B in the theatre building. I went on to write other pieces and to take playwriting classes, and the people and the very city itself helped me to become who I am today.
It's my angel, you know? And to see what the flood has done to the place I love, it's heartbreaking.
I know it will rebound and will fix itself, and this will be forgotten, but it just makes you remember the important angels of your life.