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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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
A new beginning
Today I walked the halls again as a professor. My shoes were wrong and my bra felt too tight and after two hours of speaking and looking around the room at blank 19 year old faces, I was so tired I came home and took a two hour nap. I love being back in the… Continue reading A new beginning
The light and dark
A friend of mine is celebrating her grandmother's birthday today. Her grandmother has already passed on to the other side but she remembered her fondly and wrote that she hoped her grandmother was proud of her. And I thought how strange it is that when it is all said and done, the thing we long… Continue reading The light and dark
A wishful thinking
How to spend a perfect Sunday:1)Awake, late and without an alarm. Your body is not sore. You do not feel tired or hungover.2)Get up and realize what a brilliant human you are for cleaning on Saturday so that your home is tidy and clutter free. 3)Open all the curtains, let the light in. Watch it… Continue reading A wishful thinking
At the Barre
It's been a long time since I placed my hand at the barre. 5 Years. A lifetime for a body that has been through the ringer. Though the action of it is familiar, there is a lot that is not. The way my body feels, the places that hold tightness that once did not. The… Continue reading At the Barre
The ghosts
Today was the first day of my week long workshop at school. Before the halls are filled with students bustling, screaming, singing and running-the building belongs to the seventeen of us. I always feel strange about being in a place that is normally so full to the brim with energy without the hustle and bustle… Continue reading The ghosts
mishap
Sometimes things just go awry. Sometimes too many combustable elements get shaken up in the bottle together and all that happens is the bottle explodes. Volcanic eruption. It overflows. Sometimes I am the bottle of elements. Sometimes I am the one cleaning the mess up. You get to be both. You get to do both.… Continue reading mishap
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