Theatre

My heart is haunted: silent, spoken, sung

I’ve been haunted by a story all week. The story sits in the room with me, trails behind me as I walk, hovers over my spooned-in oatmeal, perches on my nightstand as I sleep. When I wake in the night I see it gazing at me hazy and shimmering. Waiting. My neck-hair prickles. My fingers… Continue reading My heart is haunted: silent, spoken, sung

Life

How to fall like a cat

I'm intensely afraid of falling. Roller coasters? Um, an emphatic NO THANK YOU. I don't have that fun kind of titillating scary wheeeee! experience on the coasters. I despise them. I fear them. Even riding the Ferris wheel at the NC State Fair has me muttering protective spells under my breath and trying not to… Continue reading How to fall like a cat

Theatre

Feeling the love -or- Still crazy after all these years

Over thirty years ago, I auditioned for my first play. My mom tells me that I asked her to audition (although I'm not sure how I knew about it in the first place since, as a five-year-old, I wasn't reading the daily newspaper with my morning coffee. Um, Mom?). I sang my best version of… Continue reading Feeling the love -or- Still crazy after all these years

Parenting

Press fresh

Recently, my husband did something unexpectedly old-fashioned and sentimental – he pressed a rose for my daughter. He slid the rose we gave her for her first dance recital between the pages of an enormous volume of William Shakespeare’s unabridged works, stacked a dozen heavy books on top of that and let it sit in… Continue reading Press fresh

Life

Beauteous silliness: 10 moments of fun and liberation

This is my tenth blog post! Hurrah! To celebrate TEN (and then the next ten and next ten, etc.), I thought I'd do a list of ten with a twist. The twist is that I start the list, and you finish it. In this case, I provide items 1-8, and you make suggestions for the… Continue reading Beauteous silliness: 10 moments of fun and liberation