I’m bringing this post back for Christmas week. I hope you enjoy the food, the drink, a few presents and most importantly–one another. We’re having the rare bit of snow and quiet it brings to this sometimes crazy time of year is a beautiful gift.
Sometimes we assume we know what’s going on. Sometimes we assume everyone knows what’s going on. And you know what they say about “assume?” But somewhere beneath it all it’s possible to find the spirit of Christmas.
I went to dry plains of West Texas to see if I could find stories about my Grandmother who married and settled there after she endured the second World War in Europe. I found myself wondering about coming to this dry, yet welcoming place.
I love the subterranean world of the subway.
It’s only recently that the past has stopped haunting me and instead, serves as an inspiration and sometimes even, a release. Backlighting hails the collective and individual past. It notices the voices trapped in air currents and richness of the future that harvests old tubers, shines weathered patinas and fills the song with a new voice. This is the opening piece of my one-woman show–The Vestibule: Life, love and tears through the midlife lens
