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
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
Yearning for all
You've likely heard something about the article in The Atlantic Magazine by Anne-Marie Slaughter. It's titled Why Women Still Can't Have It All. It received so much attention that the website crashed. Cool. If you haven't read it, then please do. It takes awhile because of the length, but it's worth it. After my trek… Continue reading Yearning for all
The role of a lifetime
My grandmother died last Friday. She was my last living grandparent. Now I have none. Three grandparents were living when I got married five years ago, when I had a baby three years ago, when I was at Christmas two years ago. And now there are none. There's been a shift in our family as… Continue reading The role of a lifetime
How did you memorize those lines?
"How did you memorize those lines?" I heard this question for the first time as an undergraduate sitting in the audience during a post-show conversation with the actors. The "How did you memorize those lines?" question elicited eye-rolling, sneers, and ill-concealed laughter from my theatre-major friends and me. (We experimented with a lot of things… Continue reading How did you memorize those lines?
I don’t want boo-boo
A few weeks ago, my daughter tripped on the sidewalk and skinned both knees and the palms of her hands. These were the real deal -- bloody, angry-looking, quarter-sized sidewalk burns. Just looking at her injuries made me wince, gritting my teeth as I recalled the hot-burning-jabbing-needles sense-memory of the childhood skinned knee. My kid… Continue reading I don’t want boo-boo
“Our youth is the very oldest part of us”
When you have a moment, check out this fantastic article about creating theatre for young people: Theater of the Young, For the Young by Steven Dietz. I've been thinking about it ever since I read it. In particular, the quotes below captured my imagination in a big way. Age is not a horizontal marker, but… Continue reading “Our youth is the very oldest part of us”
Good words, bad words?
Question: What do these words have in common? Loaf, Buzz, Quiver, Whisper, Boom, Jelly Answer: You'll find all of them on my Loathsome and Lovely Lists of Words. The LLs feature words that make my skin crawl or my heart feel joyful just by saying or hearing them. It's less about the meaning of the… Continue reading Good words, bad words?
A letter to my daughter after the passage of Amendment One
Look up! There's a video of me reading my letter. Below, you'll see the transcript if you'd prefer to read instead. What are your hopes and expectations for this next generation? What's next for you? A letter to my daughter after the passage of Amendment One My darling daughter, You gave me a sweet memory… Continue reading A letter to my daughter after the passage of Amendment One
Running toward monsters
If you ask my daughter what she’d like to be when she grows up, she’ll say a fairy-princess-ballerina. If anyone can do that, she’ll be the one. It’s been a long journey for us to Princessville. For a long time, I resisted cluttering her little girl life with what I considered to be the mind-numbing… Continue reading Running toward monsters
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