While I was off on my amazing vacation I got a strange message. It was a note from a childhood friend of The Douche’s. We’ll call her Shelly. The content was arguably innocuous, a drive-by missive, if you will. Just wanted to say that I hope you’re well! Always thought you were a nice gal from … More His, Hers, & Ours
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On this very day, thirteen years ago, I got married. My heart swelled with love and promise. I thought he was The One. Perhaps he was, for the person I was then. For the man I thought he was. I was happy, at least I told myself I was. Don’t get me wrong, we had plenty … More Ten and Three
I’m sure that I’ve mentioned this before, but at the risk of being repetitive, I’m an extroverted introvert. I used to be a very solid introvert, however that was in the shadow of a controlling narcissist who squashed every proclivity toward independent thought or action. While I admit that I remain awkward, weird, and undeniably dorky, … More To Be Just with Me
*Caveat: this is not a “theater post”… bear with, we’ll get there. So in case you don’t follow along I’m a bit of an amateur musician and thespian. I (intermittently) play a handful of instruments, I sing, I act in a variety of venues and styles – from straight theater, to opera and classical, to musical … More Under the Surface