As you all social distance (what I call living my best life), you have lots of time to catch up on your small screen watching. Since we work from home, COVID-19 hasn’t cramped our style (or lack thereof) much at all. I did cancel my teeth cleaning appointment. I just didn’t think it was a…

I know, for myself, sometimes, I just get down on myself for being fat. Most of the time, I accept myself and love who I am. Even in the face of all the fatphobia, fat discrimination, and anti-fat rhetoric out there. But you know, we all have those days when it all gets to you.…

My parents divorced when I was around 6 years old. I don’t remember problems between them, but my sister, who is 5 years older than me, says they fought – a lot. My Dad was a free-wheeling, fun-loving kind of guy, who would play hide and seek with us and the neighbor kids; take me…

First, before anyone gets their panties in a twist, this is not about politics.  This is about our government as a whole. The news keeps telling us that we are in the middle of a pandemic because of COVID-19. Okay. But what I am also seeing is the inability (at least in the US) for…

I am inspired by the writings of my friend (A Good Reed Review), to write a post on being a member of the pit orchestra. I play (or at least, used to play) the French horn. During my life, I periodically stop playing and then pick it up again. And during my life, I have,…

I live in the “Bay Area”. The bay in question being the San Francisco Bay. (As opposed to the Saginaw Bay, which is the bay of Bay City where I grew up.) As you may have read, this area is getting some cases of COVID-19. This doesn’t really surprise me given the international diversity of…

I read this article in The Philadelphia Inquirer. Telling a teen to lose weight could spark an eating disorder. There are better ways to boost health. It made me more than a little frustrated and angry. The headline is great and I had high hopes. And it starts out well – talking about how teens…

The “Snakey Path” was a dirt path that ran through an empty lot that was on the East side and behind my (maternal) Grandmother’s house.  The path (and the lot it was in) ran all the way from the end of Hudson Street, parallel to Main Street and through to Borton Avenue in Essexville, Michigan.…

So many times, when I use a touchscreen said touchscreen totally ignores me. I mean, when the alarm goes off on my iPhone – I start out gently touching “Stop” and eventually end up stabbing repeatedly at the screen with different fingers and all to no effect. ARGH. When I am at the grocery store…

I never thought about having a “process” when it comes to developing a role. But since I started having breakfast once a month with my friend Ande (who is a musical director and pit player) and talking about our mutual theater experiences, she has convinced me that I do, indeed, have a process. Huh. Being…