Recently I overheard a conversation deriding the arts.
I sat unassumingly minding my own business when words began raising my blood pressure as they seemingly grew in volume. A loud opinionated individual was ranting to someone about the waste of theatre and how all the elitist people think they’re doing something worthwhile.
Spoiler alert: They are. Continue reading
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Today I pointed someone to this blog as the written account of my journey through motherhood.
(Given my geographic ineptitude, it comes as no surprise that my particular journey happens to take the road less traveled.)
Motherhood is an exercise in letting go and clinging to control – an enigma wrapped in a mystery. You have absolutely no idea what you’re getting yourself into. But (cliché alert) no risk, no reward. Continue reading
In the heart of little old New York,
You’ll find a thoroughfare.
It’s the part of little old New York
That runs into Times Square.
A crazy quilt that “Wall Street Jack” built,
If you’ve got a little time to spare,
I want to take you there.
This post is a little detour from the fantabulous adventures of the muppets. They’re off celebrating Jim Henson’s 75th birthday. So, as I procrastinate packing for my very first Empire State of Mind trip to the Big Apple – a little insight into my background of Broadway dreams. Continue reading
