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
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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