Welcome. If you’re new here, this is the best place to begin.

My name is Iris Derke. I’m a New York City concert producer, classical flutist, eight-time ultramarathon finisher, and as of the Fall of 2024, someone who put down the drink and picked up a pen. This blog is where I share the lessons, the stories, the tools, and the unfiltered dispatches from a life lived at full volume, with all the static finally gone.

The writing here falls into four areas. Find the one that speaks to you and dive in.


I. Sober-Minded Living

Not a recovery blog. A life blog that happens to include the year alcohol left the building, and everything that arrived in its place.

Start with the pillar piece: Sober-Minded Living: What I’ve Learned Since Alcohol Left the Building. The full story of white-knuckling, the tribe I almost didn’t find, the three pillars that rebuilt my daily life, and a note on the memoir in progress.

Then go deeper:


II. Running as Metaphor for Everything

155 miles through the Atacama Desert. The Arctic Circle of Finland. The Gobi. The NYC Marathon eight times over. Every race taught me the same thing in a different climate: forward motion is the answer.

The races:

The wisdom from the back of the pack:


III. New York City Stories

New York City pulled me in from a young age and I’m still astonished by it. These are the stories the city hands you when you’re paying attention.


IV. Music, Arts & the Business of Showing Up

I have spent thirty years in the architecture of transcendence, producing concerts, standing in wings, watching artists pour themselves into music. These are the stories from that world.

  • Crushed Velvet: Lenny’s Suit. 1997, Sotheby’s, a private room, Leonard Bernstein’s crushed velvet suit laid out on a table, and what happened when I stood alone with it.
  • The Stage Before the Stage. A 16-year-old about to take the stage at Lincoln Center reminded me why I moved to New York in the first place.

More from this world is coming. The memoir, Camera Dark, is being written.


The Memoir

I’m writing a book. It’s called Camera Dark. It’s a life memoir built around three pillars: sober-minded living, the real business of showing up, and running as metaphor for everything. It is not a recovery memoir. It is the book I wish someone had handed me, written for the creative in all of us, that inner child who once burned with curiosity and passion for whatever it was that lit you up before the world talked you out of it.

For the person who holds it together in public and is quietly falling apart in private. For anyone who has ever wondered how they got here, and whether there’s still time to go somewhere else.

There is.


Subscribe and I’ll whisper it in your ear when it’s ready.


Iris
New York City