The Expectation Play

Setting the Opening Scene It is 5:06 am in a darkened bedroom filled with two dressers, an enormous, framed print on the wall, a gray-striped feline (hereafter referred to as Queenie) in a wicker basket, and a female human curled up under the green-striped flannel sheets of a queen-sized bed. The beginning light of dawn filters through the thin cracks of the tan blinds and the bottom open portion of the window, where a gray feline male (referred to asRead more

Benching Myself

I’m feeling a little lopsided. It’s the crush of too much fun all at once… like learning lines (Pardon? Oh yes, smashing!); squeezing in pool time and yoga, and learning lines (For heaven’s sake, someone stop her!); an expected visit from brother, which means severe house cleaning and ridding the couch of cat hair, and learning lines (Darling, whatever did you do?), and there’s the job and looking for an apartment, and learning lines (Well, whatever you do, don’t makeRead more

The First Read-Through

I told the small group of men that if anything goes wrong, it’s Natasha’s fault. She dragged me into this. Thursday evening was the first read-through of the murder mystery/dinner theatre/bachelorette party/improv madness into which I’ve been thrown. Well, I guess I did say, “Okay, I’ll do it,” without too much of a twisting arm. It was Natasha’s encouraging words (“You’ll have fun! You’re funny! You have good comedic timing! You can do it!”) that inspired me to drag both feet outRead more

Adventure Around the Bend

A bridge to where, around the gray-board bend? A pond? A street? A gravel road? The local Subway? A bridge can lead to anywhere (or to nowhere in Alaska). It can be big and beautiful and famous… The Mackinaw Bridge leads from upper Michigan to lower Michigan, and the Sydney Harbor Bridge leads travelers from the North Shore to the central business district of the city. (Right M-R?) A bridge can be small and pedestrian, like the one above, waiting for theRead more