It was the year of my birth, BC (before cancer), and Neil Armstrong landed on the moon to plant the American flag there. And here I am, in much the same way, moonwalking through my chemo rounds. I get a hero’s send-off (my gratitude chemo board and all those prayers and well wishes), I get… Continue reading Moonwalking Through My Chemo Daze
Every week my dear friend finds a song to fit my muse. So this week I’m beating him to it because I’ve got “Anticipation” stuck in my head. It’s classic Carly Simon–what you want to sing when you find yourself waiting for something to happen. Carly can pull you through. We can never know about… Continue reading Anticipation Is Making Me Wait
I dreamt up Skylar long before we first met her sixteen years ago. Just a kid myself, I’d turn to the sky and wish upon a star. Starlight star bright first star I see tonight, I wish I may; I wish I might have this wish I wish tonight–to be a singer someday. And as… Continue reading Sky’s Sweet 16 Wishes That Already Came True
Last year I figured if I had to turn 50 and have a mid-life crisis, I better have fun doing it. So I went where I hadn’t gone before–to the stage. And the girls restored peace into my world again. Name another way that a mid-life mama could sing and dance and draw attention to… Continue reading Crisis Interrupted; Harmony Restored
Thinking twice about your love for Hamilton because the intellectuals doubt its relevancy in our lives today? Read this, and you’ll have something that they don’t have: hope. “I’m not throwing away my shot” to defend Lin-Manuel Miranda and the Hamilton cast. Ahmad Rashad said it best, “people build you up to tear you down.”… Continue reading In Defense of Hamilton, Lin-Manuel Miranda & Imperfection
Dad used to say to me, “When you’re tall, you have to grow into your height.” You don’t come automatically coordinated or with an instruction manual. I never put any thought into those words–that maybe he was talking from experience–or if I did, I quickly brushed it off. “Dad? He doesn’t know what he’s talking… Continue reading Act As If
Part 2 of 2 We had our first rehearsal, and three subsequent practices, for Twelfth Night (our not-so Shakespearean musical). For the veterans this could very well be their twentieth show, for me, it’s Mama takes the stage, take two. In other words, I’ve reached the terrible twos with this whole acting, singing dancing thing.… Continue reading Re Re Who’s Who The Terrible Two’s
It’s 2020, it’s all about reflections or resolutions. And what we deal with personally is just magnified at the movies. So here it goes. “Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker is the ultimate reflection movie as it’s the culmination of the series while “Little Women” is all about Jo’s resolution to get her voice heard.… Continue reading Dads With Daughters, Little Women Trumps Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker
Every Christmas season I find myself in hot pursuit of something. It used to be the latest doll that the girls had to have. We’ve moved beyond that stage, (I could very well start feeling sorry for myself), as a new age has definitely begun. Luckily, I can still make sure Christmas is merry as… Continue reading In Hot Pursuit Of…
I auditioned for our local community theater’s new musical, Twelfth Night. If ever you need a moment filled with laughtear, get on a stage, especially if you haven’t been on one before. Before I can get to auditions, let’s talk terminology. And as you will soon find out, laughtear is not a mispelling for laughter.… Continue reading Auditioning for the Bard Arse Club
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