Posts Tagged ‘kids’

It’s pretty ironic, really, that I have been spending hours online messing with things like websites, social networking, and decoding twitter-speak and it has left me with no time to blog here.  At my first bloggy site of love.  (Can I tell you how much it pleases me that that sentence resembles “love at first sight” and yet frustrates me that I couldn’t edit it to make it a more recognizable pun?)

After declaring, on my thirtieth birthday no less, a year of just me, no DOing, I went and got doing.

I been doing a lot lately.

No, not in the sack.  You all have one track minds.

Here are my latest adventures.  They keep me up late.  I can’t keep my mind off of them.  I am excited beyond belief.  I am terrified to my core:

  • PictureBook Plays has gotten a complete overhaul after its last publisher turn-down.  The task was immense and still ongoing.
  • GAN-e-meed Theatre Projecthas been launched to the online public and is now in the process of a bloggy face-lift.  Next step…press releases. (fine print: we need to raise 32K by April 2010 so please email me and then send me a check)
  • I have been accepted to present a workshop at NAEYC in DC this fall.  Apparently, it’s not easy to get a workshop accepted so this is a huge honor and a big step in my career. 

More anon.


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i love teaching high school actors.

together, they are a group of inherently cool people.  and in every group of students there is at least one, often two or three, of the following:

– the chic i wish was my friend

– the dorky boy who will grow up to change the world

– the political activist who has done more in 15 years than i have in 30

– the forgotten child who fell into acting by chance and it has changed her world

– the one i want to party with

– the gay boy who doesn’t know it yet, or does but doesn’t announce it

– the gay boy who boldly announces it

– the movie starlet

– the shy one with a big soul and a louder voice (when she or he finally uses it)

– the one who gives me hugs

– the one who writes me such a beautiful thank you card that it makes me cry

– the unexpected jock

– the one who gets the least attention because she works the hardest and goes so far and needs only the smallest of nudges from me.  and, in the end, she reveals herself to have talent far beyond what i expected.

– the one i cannot budge.  he is seemingly talentless.  until, one day, something miraculous happens.  i never know what it is.  but it happens.  and then he is a changed child.  perhaps he is even a changed man.  and i wonder if i made a difference in his world, or if he did it all on his own after all.

they all make my heart soar.

due to creations like facebook, i get to see many of their shiny faces pretty much every day.  i respect the boundaries of children and adults.  i rarely look at their ‘party’ photos.  it’s none of my business.  but i love seeing them fly.

and, sometimes, i’m blessed with things like seeing two of them seriously lip-sync to the most absurd video ever.

this one.

it was pure silly high school.  and i told them so.  i told them i missed high school.

they responded by posting a video to my wall that made me laugh so hard that i cried.  four of them stared into the camera at me while the aural melodrama of Electra played in the background: screams of horror and mourning co-mingled with these very serious young faces trying very hard not to laugh at the silliness of their own ingenuity.

and it reminded me that my life is more than just feeling ill and learning to love my child.  my life is full of all these young souls that i love to work with.

all of these young souls blossoming with art.

all of these young souls with the minds and bodies of grown-ups but with a toddler’s ability to create and enjoy the most ridiculous pieces of art.  and life.

this is to you, kids.

thanks for being in my life.

may your years continue to delight you.

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Shut it, whiner.

I’ve been sitting here, contemplating going to bed but I’m having a hard time stomaching it, literally.  I did not eat great today, not awful, but not great.  And then I stuffed myself at dinner.  It was so freaking good.  I made pizza with my own home-made sauce (a first! the sauce, that is, not the pizza) and tofu-basil mash on top with black olives.  I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

But now I have indigestion in the form of acid belly and a tight throat.  Mint tea isn’t quite cutting it.

I was starting to feel a little miserable, basking in the sludge of self-indulgent blah, wondering why I let myself do this so frequently.  And then I went to the message board of my local mother’s group.

One of the moms posted a vent yesterday.  It involved crying twin infants, poop, cat vomit, heads in tiolets and missed naps.  She’s got four, yes FOUR, children under the age of three.  Two sets of twins, my friends.  And then another mom responded with a vent about her equally crappy day involving her two year old and twin infants.

My reply?  “Next time I start to vent about my one kid, someone tell me to shut-it.”

Now, don’t misunderstand me, we all have our days, and we are all entitled to vent about them, seek comfort, go cry, or pound a few pillows into dust.  But this was a pleasant reminder that I’ve got it pretty easy:  I’ve got one kid.  Only one to cry, cloth, feed, and chase.  Only one.

And that, dear friends, is how it shall stay for a long long time.

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Why stay home and work when I can go to the beach?

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