Author Archives: seemareza

We Are Not Done Yet

Some cool shit has been going down. Cool+Scary+Exhausting (like all the best things). And some magical dream stuff. I hope you’ll join us next week. We do lots of shows with the USO. I’ve done a fair number of readings out in the world. But these last few weeks working towards a more integrated single performance have…

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The Ascent

In every episode of the podcast On Being, Krista Tippet asks after her guests’ spiritual upbringing. It’s always fascinating to hear how various people raise their children and how those children grow up to be the sort of thinkers and world-changers who end up on On Being. It appears there is no definite right or…

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Welcoming 2017

So I guess this is my last post of 2016. Which I am pretty glad about. I guess it’s also supposed to be a most hopeful, resolution-filled here’s how we’re going to be better in 2017 post as well (if you need that, look here for last year’s). Which isn’t exactly where my head is. I have…

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Dancing in your Body

When my older son first got the hang of reading, it was all he did. I spent years teaching him how to read. Starting with showing him flashcards in the high chair as soon as he could sit up. I bribed, I coerced, I’d read half a story out loud and then walk away so…

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Associations & Place & Other Shoes

  I wrote another post ahead of time, with a passage from a book and something about Robyn and dancing, and maybe you’ll see it next week. This morning I’m going to spend a few minutes just writing. I am trying to really think of Aleppo, and I am equally trying not to think about Aleppo. How…

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looking at myself

Two Saturdays ago, before even opening my eyes, I woke to the really terrific thought: Today, I don’t have to be anyone but Seema Reza. It sounds so goddamned self-congratulatory, I know. The day before, on Friday, I had two entirely different groups at two hospitals in two states, with no time to spare between them. It’s not…

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Thanks & Thorns

This week we started playing this game: “Who in this room do you think is your child visiting here from the future?” My son says maybe he’s my twin who has travelled to the future to act as my son. Or maybe I’m his twin traveling back from the future to replace his (or I…

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How to keep moving 

So I write another post. It’s been another week. I’ve been digging through my old writing trying to find something to say. I talked to my friend Cheyenne last night, he is lovely and sweet and says, “Do you want feedback?” before telling me exactly what I needed (but don’t always want) to hear. Then…

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They are listening, what will we say?

I’ve been wishing I’d lose my voice again, been avoiding phone calls and text messages. I’ve been crying at lunch. I’ve been afraid of talking to my children. I’ve been afraid of anyone else talking to my children. I’ve been awake. I’ve been dreamless.I’ve been thinking about decaying coral reefs. I’ve been holding the hand…

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