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

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

Theatre

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?