I remind myself that there are people in wheelchairs. That there are good people victimized by terrible maladies. That things can always, always, always, be worse. It knocks my restless misery level from a 10…to a 9. And I confirm, once again, that I am not patient. I am an impatient. My pinky toe is…
First of all, I can’t believe you’re reading this. I must congratulate you on reading The Most Boring Title Ever given a blog and still giving it a shot. Thank you. I will make this worth your time, wink-wink. Why yes, that WAS a cheap stunt intended to lure you in with Faux Sexy… As…
Meantime, I am ping-ponging from one side of the bus to the other, capturing too-blurry photos on my phone, unusually anxious to capture this place. Where we are is not actually Allentown. Not yet. The tour bus is rumbling through the Pennsylvania countryside. Eventually, we’ll reach the Airport de Allentown. Somehow, the combination of the…
Just like the last blog…I begin this blog…looking out the window. This is getting to be a theme with me. It makes me wonder if “window-blogging” is a micro-niche. But instead of a bus window, today’s Window On The World is in my hotel room, and Ottawa’s Christmas Parade has come to me. Or rather,…
I’m looking out the window again, intensely studying the passing streetscape of what Augusta, Georgia calls downtown. This is the first bus ride of my second season with Mamma Mia. At first, I am not charitable. I am struck by how shabby and downtrodden Augusta looks. My insta-thumbs down surprises me. I recalibrate and look…
I have been so busy with my nightly singing & dancing career that I’ve neglected to update you on the latest advancements in my Oddeling Career. (For the unaware, Oddeling=Odd Modeling) It began with a surprise book cover. Then a surprise bus wraparound advertisement. Then I went big-time with a print ad for the Discovery…
I am on my first and only train ride of the Mamma Mia tour. My first train ride ever that doesn’t simply travel in a circle (think Disney World). No! Wait…. I’ve taken a commuter train between New York and New Jersey. But everyone knows that doesn’t count. Vancouver is behind me, Portland is ahead,…
Ballerina Paws. They fascinated me. Wispy, delicate paws that looked like they were fashioned by Dr. Seuss. She would cross them when she sat. Always a lady. She didn’t get that from me. But the Eyes were my inheritance. Big Brown Eyes that lit up when she heard the magic words: Quieres caminar? That’s right.…
If you don’t know Barry Manilow, you have no idea that title up there is a play on his hit “I Write The Songs”. I fear my references are starting to show my 70’s roots…. Look at this. Not one paragraph in to this blog and already, I’m distracted by my …. my… myself. BACK…
I was rehearsing my Mamma Mia understudy music in an icy cold theatre basement in Mississippi when I got a text from a friend, congratulating me on my nomination? NOMINATION?!?!
This is how I learned my performance as The Drowsy Chaperone at Stage Door Theatre last year captured a Best Supporting Actress nomination from the Carbonell Award judges.
