When I went back to college, I found the work so much easier than my fellow students. Even with my fat OLD lady punkin’ head, I was able to accomplish things that stymied these sweet young things. As the saying goes: Old age and treachery will always beat youth and exuberance. (David Mamet) Okay –…

Allergies.  God (that I don’t believe in), I hate allergies. I never had them growing up in Michigan. But I have had them ever since I moved to California, and they only got worse when I moved to Northern California. To breathe or not to breathe – that is the question. The only thing I…

There is one thing you need for theater. You need it for auditions. You need it for rehearsals. And you need it for performances. That thing is your source of hydration. Never mind the little one-use bottles of water. Bad for the environment and don’t hold enough water. And some theaters are actually banning them…

I’ve been sweating whether I needed to have someone in to fix our dishwasher. The loads just haven’t been coming out clean – and you need to know, I’m one of those fools who washes the dishes before I put them into the dishwasher. Also, the dishwasher soap was glopping down the door. Not good.…

  There is a term in the fat community “FA” – Fat Admirer. Because of its history, there are some creepy connotations with that term. So I’ve decided to, for myself, to describe myself as an FBA – a Fat Body Admirer. Recently, I enjoyed a post in Vol-Up-2 that showed “plus-size” male models. All…

In grade school, we were all tested to see what instruments we might be good at. My results were great – and I was told, I could play pretty much any instrument I wanted. My choice? The French Horn. The reason I wanted the French Horn was because it was supposed to be very difficult…

My entire life, I have loved sleeping. I could (and sometimes still do) sleep 12 hours straight – and sometimes even more. Ahhhhhhh. Of course, most weekdays, I was not able to sleep in – I had to get to school or to work. But weekends? God (that I don’t believe in), I lived for…

I was working on some clips from shows I’ve done (you are subscribed to my YouTube channel, right – Terri Weitze? RIGHT?), and I was reminded of an onstage adventure. In the original musical, A Winter’s Tale (A Dickens’ of a Christmas Carol), there is a number where the Ghost of Christmas Past sings and…

I do not have any children. I have never wanted any children. My biological clock must have been on permanent snooze. And now, that biological clock is unplugged and gathering dust in the garage. First, as I posted last week, I have never wanted to be a grownup. Having kids means you automatically have to…

Spoiler alert – I will be talking about specifics, particularly about the ending of this book.  If you plan on reading this book and don’t want to hear about what happens – this can wait – and after you’ve read the book, I’d love to hear your thoughts. I approached this book with some trepidation…