The year she entered high school, she lost her imaginative spark. She looked back on who she’d been a few years prior with a cringing shudder, embarrassed of her costume wearing and playing with dolls. But what she didn’t see was the girl who was always bringing stories to life, who danced about as carefree… Continue reading One Precious Thing Lost
Jack eased himself into his mezzanine seat of C20, the quiet drone of a pre-show audience filling his ears. He shrugged off his outer coat, smoothing down the sleeves of his sport coat and wiggling his tie ever so slightly looser. He glanced at the program in his hands, then shook his head at himself… Continue reading The Girl Alone in B18
I know some people think I’m crazy to take on directing a show right now when I already have such a full schedule of teaching, National HYPE Director-ing, and college ministry. I sometimes think I’m a bit crazy, too, especially when I’m driving home on a Saturday afternoon, spent with exhaustion. But if you only… Continue reading Coming Home to My Solla Sollew
Thank you to all those of you who faithfully read my blog (and those of you who read one or two posts now and then). Your support means the world to me. For those of you who may have noticed that my posts have been rather sparse this month (and not living up to my… Continue reading A Small Hiatus from Blogging
Sometimes I pause to think about how different we CYT people – we theater people – we writers and dancers and actors – are from other people. I contrast it with other people I know – lovely, wonderful people whom I love, but who just “aren’t in to” all that theater and arts stuff. I… Continue reading Us With the Art All Woven Into Our Skin
