Hey, it’s mid week of mid-semester. I’ve told generation Z to put away their cell phones more than I care to tell you. Today, I referenced Chicago-the musical and was met with blank stares. I worked a scene so rigorously I left the classroom sweating (I wasn’t acting, I was directing). Two weeks ago 3… Continue reading goblins
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Don’t be afraid
Not every song is a sweet one. Not all things get a happy ending. And life is hard. And love even harder. But here we are. Regretfully. And though he will never read this, I have to thank him for so many things-most importantly the reminder that when someone loves you, they do everything they can for as long… Continue reading Don’t be afraid
A lady all her own
My grandmother loved to dance, coffee with a lot of sugar, dogs. She was unafraid to speak up for herself no matter her age, was a great listener, and spent a ton of time on the telephone with friends. She loved college football, sweet-tea, the mini-series “The Thornbirds”. She loved to laugh, loved good gossip… Continue reading A lady all her own
I got here early…
There is nothing quite different about the lobby. I think at one point there were tables that Drew and I would sit at and split a Dr. Pepper and chicken soup with tons of crackers while we ran lines. But otherwise, 10 years later, it is the same. Oh, the students have changed of course.… Continue reading I got here early…
Zippy Autumn
It’s chilly October, the leaves are in the gutters. No one can say they didn’t warn you. It comes every year, (you should know this by now)-the falling of it all. Don’t you think often of the time before? When falling leaves and broken banisters and chipping paint were someone else’s problem.All you had to worry about was how… Continue reading Zippy Autumn
A bitter moment
Away in the tiny corners of your room lives the left over magic of childhood. A space that saw so much of you grow and change is now seeing you again as though it were the first time. Yes, sure, the floors need to be swept and the brown boxes need to be broken down.… Continue reading A bitter moment
An ode to sisters
Home says 'Hi', Mackenzie. The sun winks past the window looking for you inside our room. The breeze tickles the wind chimes in the crepe myrtle to call you out to play. The grass stays short longing for you to lay on your towel with a magazine and your journal. Even the treadmill misses you.… Continue reading An ode to sisters
I will not be sad on the first day of Fall
I am sweating. I have been sweating for months. There is a constant drip down my spine, pooling under my arms, gathering on my upper lip. And I have no idea what to wear. A terrible feeling to constantly be looking longingly at my sweater collection and not be able to put them on. September,… Continue reading I will not be sad on the first day of Fall
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