Author Archives: meaghancc

The end is the beginning. Or the beginning is the end. I’m deeply aware that these hours are the last ones I’ll be as me. Me as I know it. A solo actress. Who reads a book in my pajamas … Continue reading →

Don’t tell me you don’t get it. Don’t tell me you’re a good person. Don’t tell me that it wasn’t really a thing where and when you were growing up. Don’t tell me that it’s not your problem. Don’t tell … Continue reading →

What makes me sad is that we have one word for love in the English language. No singular word that evokes the soul-stirring precise description of what we mean.  We need modifiers to really describe what we mean. Tough love, … Continue reading →

“Mother is a very powerful identity,” she said. This was today, 26 of us in our respective zoom boxes with the festive baby shower virtual backgrounds. The year is 2021. The zoom baby shower the stand-in for the hugs and … Continue reading →

Do you remember body odor? Or odor beyond the smell of your hot breath, maybe coffee breath, maybe dehydrated breath ricocheting off your mask back onto your tastebuds and up your nasal passages? I think of the bodies I’ve smelled. … Continue reading →

Resilient, rewind, redo, recoil, remember, rebirth. Resilient is said as a compliment, something heaped on someone for surviving, treading water, breathing through a straw for a moment or a lifetime. But what about taking away the things that force one … Continue reading →

In school, I learned about this concept of shifting baselines. The slight or large change in a system, an environment, a person. How we quickly adjust like it was always this way, to correct and acknowledge in order to move … Continue reading →

I am a metaphor for a doorway. This body. Standing under the transom, looking forward, turning back The between, a what’s to come and a what has been This inflection point, on a fulcrum The moment the see-saw parallels the … Continue reading →

In the dark times, will there also be singing? Yes, there will be singing about the dark times. -Bertolt Brecht, from the poem “Motto” As we stood holding our dishes in the kitchen, Mike said, “you’ve been singing a lot … Continue reading →