My child has been playing a lot of (too many!) Sesame Street computer games, and watching too many (ehem) intellectually stimulating TV programs, and eating cereal for dinner on a regular basis. This is what happens when I’m in a show. And, you know, I’m cool with that. She’s fine. I’m fine. We’re all fine.… Continue reading Click on it
Author: Tamara
I am a creator, teacher, coach, collaborator, podcaster, actor, playwright, theatre-maker, and mom living in Durham, NC. I love ideas, and I love getting things done. In my own little ways, I aim to make the world a better place.
Fifty smiley moments…delight without the cheese.
This is my TWENTIETH blog post. Yippee! Ten blog posts ago, I decided that every tenth post will be a list post. I'm hoping this one will support one of my pet personal projects – soaking up the delightful moments that life provides. I've done a lot of soul-searching over the last year – ok,… Continue reading Fifty smiley moments…delight without the cheese.
Time squeeze + full heart
Several events converged this weekend -- the usual last minute preparations for a show opening this coming Thursday and the sudden sickness of my eleven-year old cat. Despite having a lovely long weekend, the time I set aside to craft my weekly blog post was sucked away by hours spent in several different veterinary offices,… Continue reading Time squeeze + full heart
Good fit bad fit
I’ve been wearing bras in the wrong size for over 20 years! Gasp! So, there’s that. This shocking discovery occurred last Saturday, when I spontaneously decided to shop for better, nicer, less hateful bras than the ones I owned which were always annoying me with their back straps riding up or their shoulder straps falling… Continue reading Good fit bad fit
I want pizza: Losing ourselves in the Atlanta airport
The mother of all tantrums. You know, the one when you and your kid totally lose it? The one that you fear as a parent? THE GIANT LENGTHY EXTENDED RE-MIX OF ALL THE PREVIOUS TANTRUMS TURNED UP TO ELEVEN ON THE VOLUME KNOB -- THE MOST PUBLICLY HUMILIATING SCREAMFEST COMPLETE WITH VIOLENT FLAILING TO HIGHLIGHT… Continue reading I want pizza: Losing ourselves in the Atlanta airport
How I want to be as an actor
This week we begin rehearsals in earnest for Richie, Little Green Pig’s all-female version of Shakespeare’s Richard II. I want to get everything I can out of this experience, and I want the people involved to get the most out of me, so I thought it might be helpful to set down some intentions for… Continue reading How I want to be as an actor
31 questions and then some…
I love questions. In particular, I love making lists of questions. Perhaps that's because life seems like a series of questions strung together over time [What are we doing? Where are my keys? What's next? Why did I say that? Who cares? etc.] Making lists of questions feels really empowering to me. I guess that's… Continue reading 31 questions and then some…
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
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
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
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