Prime Time
After last night's Oscars, I feel validated as a woman past her prime still striving in the arts. I’m not a huge movie-goer. I want to support theaters, cinema, poetry and book readings—but my life has taken a turn with the pandemic. One, I moved away from Chicago and live, not necessarily in the sticks (I in fact live in the state capitol of Michigan) but am simply not acquainted yet with where everything is. I tuned into a poetry reading via Zoom out of MSU and it was freaky hard to find the links after registering. I had to give my email address so thought I’d get sent a link. There’s one book shop at the mall, but it’s sort of like a Barnes & Nobles or Borders, somewhat faceless. I’d like to find my people, my tribe in the arts here in central Michigan, but there are very few opportunities. On top of all that—I’m a working woman. I’m shocked now that I have to keep up with my job until age 70 in order to make any kind of pension how retreats, conferences, workshops ar...