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Inside Out

Inside Out

I haven’t written in awhile – well true stuff anyway. I actually wrote an entire play in three days about what I think meeting my birth mom will be like but that’s another story… There’s a reason for that. I haven’t been myself lately. At least I don’t think so. I am waiting on confirmation...
Who is Phyllis Johnson!

Who is Phyllis Johnson!

She told me (in no uncertain terms) that no one EVER called her Phyl. So I called her Phyl Phyl. “Where is Phyllis Johnson!?!?”… The silence and stares that followed were mind numbing. “Where is Phyllis Johnson!?!?” I yelled once again. Why was I here, at my first theatre audition, searching frantically for this entity,...
They Broke a Leg... and My Heart

They Broke a Leg… and My Heart

I don’t even remember what crazy thought crossed my mind convincing me that a woman who never even wanted to babysit could run a theatre summer camp for thirty kids.  Guess it really didn’t matter.  The idea had hatched.  The camp was pitched.  The grant was awarded.  A theater camp would be! I spent months...
Misfit This!

Misfit This!

Being in Community Theater is like being forced to graduate from high school again, and again, and again… my own personal Ground Hog’s Day. I graduated early, mid semester. To my delight (and my mother’s horror) I found out that I could cut loose from the ties of high school curriculum with the wave of...
Remember Me

Remember Me

How will my sons remember me?  Will they remember when I was at home, at their school, on stage, a certain role in a movie or maybe screaming like a crazed lunatic at someone that (I felt) might do them harm? I know how I remember my mom.  And no, she’s not gone.  She’s alive...
But Jule Never Gives Up...

But Jule Never Gives Up…

The last month or so has really taken its toll, a toll I asked for, completely. I volunteered to have a haunted trail on our property to help promote our local community theater (and satiate my constant need for Halloween shenanigans).  Was everyone on the board, on board…?  – Probably not.  But they indulged me,...
I'm Tired.

I’m Tired.

So every night, around 9:00, or as I like to call it, two drinks in, I NEED to write.  Some nights I have something extremely important to write about, some nights, not so much.  Tonight, I have so much on my mind that I’m lost trying to sort it all out. We’re busy, always, who...
Facebook Gobbledygook

Facebook Gobbledygook

So I read this article on Facebook (of course) about how people on Facebook are more sad than those who aren’t.  Like a protective mother I grew immediately defensive.  I wanted to hold back the bully and put up my dukes to spare a beatin’ of the fringy family member that I so lovingly adore…...
Almost Naked

Almost Naked

So there I am, naked, well mostly.  The most naked I’ve ever been publicly for sure.  The palest, skinniest girl on the beach, with the 12 year old’s body, never had the guts to really let it all hang out.  Yet just a few days ago, a la Facebook, there I was, 40 years old,...
Drama!

Drama!

  They wanted to make me a whore – a whore!  Can you imagine???  I refused.  In hindsight, I probably should have watched ‘The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas’ before auditioning for it, but what sort of social teenager had time for that? Earlier in my theatric career I was cast as a rock –...