The opening weekend of "On Golden Pond" is behind us. We have more performances over the next two weekends, and I'm thankful for the friendships of everyone involved in the show at Theatre Rocks. Today was the first day my mind was free from must-dos in quite some time, so I spent it resting. My... Continue Reading →
This October, I'll be playing Chelsea in Ernest Thompson's On Golden Pond. I watched the movie a dozen or so times when I was a youngster in the early 80s, so it's been a blast to dig into this moving play that has touches of life's humor. You could say it's a dream role for... Continue Reading →
There's a longer story, but I'll skip to the good part. What I have is benign. What we'll be is watchful. Onward. I have a rocket-fueled feeling. The projects that nudge me most sit more concisely before me. There's so much momentum. An up-leveling is happening. Here's what Autumn has in store, project-wise: Acting: On... Continue Reading →
My Kindle ebooks will have special pricing on Amazon.com in September. And one of my ebooks will be FREE. Here are the sale dates if you need a digital book to curl up with. ~ My Kindle titles that are ON SALE from Sept. 8 - 15, 2019 ~ The Waking Tree, Waves, and Daydreamaholic ~... Continue Reading →
The breast MRI revealed two “suspicious masses” - one in each breast. My doctor ordered an ultra sound biopsy at the hospital. Next week I can pick up all of my test results on a CD and deliver them to the women’s imaging center. Then on Sept. 9, I have the biopsy. But Sunday morning... Continue Reading →
The breast MRI machine went down and has to be repaired. They scheduled me for tomorrow at 2:15. They can't guarantee that the machine will be repaired by then, but I'm on the schedule. It’s the last day that I can schedule it, or I have to wait until next month. I’ll call before I... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow is the breast MRI. I’m to report to the imaging center at 1:30 for paperwork. Table-time is 2. I’m doing a cash deal instead of fooling with the health insurance company. I’d have to wait another month to work through that mucky mire. Yet, I’m thinking about the stories I want to write. There’s... Continue Reading →
I used to pretend I was Kurt Vonnegut Jr.’s love-child. In a spiritual-literary sense, I still dream that it's true. Here’s a lecture he gave about the Shape of Stories. In his sublime simplicity and humor, he explains all of storytelling with a simple graph. It applies, as well, to the stories we tell ourselves.... Continue Reading →
Today I heard from the author of "The Passing of Exquisite Music" that she's okay with my learning and performing the one-woman play she wrote about Martha Root. I spent time with manuscript this evening on the porch of my Texas home. My projects tend to evolve slowly, until they burst out alive. I prefer... Continue Reading →
June 4, 2019: Made progress tonight on turning my short story "The Canyon Flier" into a one act play. Finished outlining how I'm seeing the adaptation and wrote a few transitional sections. The main character, Ernesto, has been badgering me for months about finishing his story. He sends me small airplanes overhead as reminders to... Continue Reading →
You're at a museum and a piece catches your eye. You stop and read the description only to find that it's called "Untitled." Maybe you feel ripped off. Maybe you think the artist was slacking off. Maybe you're annoyed that the creator couldn't give you just a little more, a simple name for what this... Continue Reading →
Oh, Alice. How many times have I picked up this project over the past 30 years? Yes, it's been that long since I first met you through the journal you kept in the 1880s and early 1890s. Later as a woman in her late 30s, I met with you again through your 1866 journal, where... Continue Reading →
I spent a little time browsing through the journal I kept during the month I had an apartment in Galway. The first week, I was solo; the second week, my friend Janne and I toured about; the last two weeks, our husbands joined us. Flipping through I found plenty of bulleted lists of what I did.... Continue Reading →
The Waking Tree: “She didn’t have to look around to know how the snakes slithered in the colorless darkness, down the walls, across the tan shag carpet and up onto the canopy that hung sheer and light above her bed.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2PckbcE Check out my Amazon Author page for some great deals on my... Continue Reading →
The Waking Tree: “Her little girl fingers tapped a message into the ground—a message of love, a plea for forgiveness. The message was for the spider. It was for her brother. This message seeped into the soil as sweetly as spring rain.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2PckbcE Check out my Amazon Author page for some great deals... Continue Reading →
[Novel] The Caretaker of Tree Palace: “Daddy!” He tried to scream back to his father. No sound came. Read more: https://amzn.to/2QDVu9X Check out my Amazon Author page for some great deals on my books!
[Novel] Waves: “And then she found it—the teacher’s cabinet—where the storybook, worn and ancient, waited to be found.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2Dassfq Check out my Amazon Author page for some great deals on my books!
The Waking Tree: “Lord knew where his daddy went. There were only snapshots and fading echoes in his head.” Read more: https://amzn.to/2PckbcE See my Amazon Author page for more of my books!