Post-partum playdum

Ok, this time it really IS over. The show has had its three-performance run. My life is my own again. My nerves can repair themselves with some quality quiet time. But… but… but… What’s next?

One down, two to go

My one-act play opened last night to rave reviews. Of course, there was no actual “reviewer” present, but all my friends said they liked it, so I feel confident proclaiming “Motorcycle Mama” a rousing success. I just love to write. I’ve written short stories, poems,...

Publicity: It’s all good!

My newest one-act play, Motorcycle Mama, runs this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, August 28, 29, and 30, at the 2nd Story Playhouse in Ilwaco, WA (see link in sidebar). It is my first sojourn into directing, and I’m about as excited as a person can be without actually...

Me and my deer herd

When I was out working in my yard (see previous post), a doe and her darling little spotted fawn came walking across my lawn and stopped to chat for a moment. Ok, I admit I was the one doing all the chatting, but I’m quite sure there was a definite exchange of...

But I don’t “DO” yard work!

So why do I have sweat running down my back, scratches on my arms, and open blisters on both hands? Possibly because I have a triple dose of this thing called “pride.” Or maybe I’m just unrealistically compulsive; once I get going on something, it’s hard to quit. A...
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