The subway is your friend. Until it isn’t. And then the subway is your mortal enemy. The truth, my friends…is that the subway…is your frenemy. Please read this carefully, as this is A Really Important Lesson. Especially if you entertain any notions of living in New York City. The subway will ACT like it is…
I promise you a happy ending Like the ones that you see on the screen So if you had a bad beginning You will come out winning in the closing scene ~ from Broadway’s Mack & Mabel (which, ironically, did NOT have a happy ending) For those of you following the Epic Saga of my…
It was billed as “My Network Television Debut!” That’s how my publicist, who may or may not be me, described it. My mother told everyone she knew and barely knew. I broke with my private modus operandi to cheerily share the news with friends. My husband notified his circle of friends and colleagues on the…
DATELINE: August 8th, 2011 but JUST Re-Discovered from the “Lost Blog Files”, written Somewhere In The Air on the Way To Someplace We’ve reached a cruising altitude and before the ding is done, I’m pulling out my laptop. My mind is racing, piling one thought atop the next, with what I recognize is a bit…
Thursday, March 22nd 2012 was shaping up to be One Terrible Mofo of a Day. All my auditions and my hard-to-procure doctor appointment were managing to occur at the same time. This was not going to go well. I chose my priorities. I would attend the film audition first, medical needs be damned. It was…
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…