Last Saturday was the closing performance of Little Green Pig’s production of Celebration. (Below you’ll see some links to reviews for this production, fyi.) I miss the show. I miss the generous, talented people associated with it. I miss my character, Mette. Celebration was a theatrical roller coaster ride seeded with major family dysfunction and deep… Continue reading Meta Mette Metta
Tag: women
Beauty fail, beauty win
A few weeks ago, I freaked out and bought some cosmetic spackle to "fill + seal" my frown lines. Yeah. I was killing time in the Barnes and Noble, and I wandered across an article in a fashion magazine about my 'elevens'. I didn't know about these until I read this article -- 'elevens' are… Continue reading Beauty fail, beauty win
Five for wheels-turning
So, just fyi, I'll be off next week for good behavior, and return again on Monday, Oct. 15. In the meantime, if you'd like to do some reading related to theatre, art-making, feminism, vulnerability or empathy, see the list of five below. I'd love to know if you have reactions to any of these. They… Continue reading Five for wheels-turning
Saying goodbye to RICHIE
On Saturday night, we concluded our nine performance run of RICHIE. Now, I am launched into catch-up mode. Catching up on sleep, on cleaning, on emails and phone calls and appointments and Candy-Land and cooking, catching up on the life that resided outside of the theatre bubble that I rolled around in for six high-speed… Continue reading Saying goodbye to RICHIE
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
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
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
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
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