This year's musical is Beauty and the Beast. I've been waiting seven years to do it, and now, I'm both thrilled and scared at the same time. I've cast the show. The costume sketches are mostly done and I'm working on sketches for the sets this week between teaching and rehearsals. I won't have much of a life beyond work for the next several ( Read more... )

My grandfather died today. He was my father's father and had been sick with cancer for a long time. Last week, they set him up with hospice, saying there was nothing more they could do for him at the hospital and then today, my father was called to come because his father was dying. He was 80 years old ( Read more... )

I'm going to see Les Miserables tomorrow night in the city. I'm so excited. This is the third time I've seen the show, and each time, it gets better. I've read the book over and over again, and I can't get over the language of Hugo, the beauty of his words ( Read more... )

Sometimes I find myself losing sight of home, the definition of which is rather broad. I love where I live, that I share this little dollhouse with the perfect man for me, but there were times when I just did not feel at home ( Read more... )

I don't know if this happens to everyone, or maybe it's just a girl thing, but why is it that when you are in a public bathroom, and you walk out of a stall, you smile at the person inevitably waiting online to occupy your potty cubicle? Why is it they are smiling at you? Is it because they heard you peeing and are secretly laughing at the amount ( Read more... )

The question mark. Doesn't that make this entry so ominous. I suppose it should ( Read more... )

I was raised by a band of gypsies ( Read more... )

I've been quiet. I've been away. I feel the gypsy grumbling just beneath the surface of my skin and need to wander. To that end things are looking up and I'm away again with family, but away where I hope to lose myself from it all, including from myself, whom I'm fairly sick of, I think ( Read more... )

1. (C) From the Playboy Advisor September 2006 (Yes I am a reader of my husband's Playboy and every once in a while, I get a real laugh out of it...Sue me ( Read more... )

This weekend has been a bruiser in every sense of the word ( Read more... )