Theater
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...
Much More... with Friends.

Much More… with Friends.

That’s me, pretending to know what I’m doing.  I didn’t.  I never wanted to get married, much less have kids, and then two kids… both with special needs, but there I was. Bottle in hand (theirs AND mine) I managed to pull it together, just enough, every single day to get through colic, cerebral palsy,...
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,...