She could close every comment, every argument. Last words were her specialty: last words and stage whispers. She could keep a list a mile long. She could drink scotch and laugh with the men. And with the Bitch, I was funny and glib. With her, I had a context, a ‘tude, a style. With the Bitch boa wrapped around my shoulders, nothing could hurt me. My stride was, sexy, witty, and impermeable.
I hadn’t checked into a hotel with a man other than my ex in over 20 years. The atmosphere was so charged I could barely sign. There was a king sized bed, a hot tub, and the two of us for hours and hours. Just after midnight we finally dragged ourselves out of bed and down to the beach. I’d heard something about the Leonid meteor shower.
This is the Grand Finale from The Only Way Out is Through, the premiere performance at the Fertile Ground Festival of New Works, Portland January 2010. Dr. Dopfelganger (Cindy Lyndin) has treatment breakthrough for Shelley (Miriam Feder) For information about producing this show contact Miriam at nochowfun@gmail.com
Thanks for a big brown bird, soft and crunchy stuffing, sweet yams, a tart cranberry relish and ample bottles of wine. Thanks for a fresh green salad and don’t mind if I skip the smashed potatoes, rolls and that baked broccoli-cheese traditional. Who would notice? Thanks for bringing this group together year upon year, through [...]
The Avalanche of Loneliness in Small Matters was a little obscure; I can tell from your comments. It was fresh from the emotional soup pot just beneath my skin. And there was more in there for me to think about. My cheerful-most-days-nature bubbles right up from my toes. It’s a bouncy caffeinated energy that steps [...]
This is my holiday greeting this year–a celebration of the sweet spices that find their way into so many winter treats. Happy nutmeg, allspice, ginger, cinnamon, clove and anise. These spices go so well with sugar, chocolate, red wine, conversation and coffee. Stay sweet.
Well coming into the Holiday buying season I always remember the appliance years–first apartments and all– and my tribute to the last appliance-gift I received. It’s a beauty–and it’s season is coming so I thought I’d revisit it.
I’m done with my family. I don’t mean to be cruel, mind you. I just need to be free for a bit. I’ve earned it. They’ve been taking up an extraordinary amount of my bandwidth, what with the usual proving myself good and worthy, writing and performing pieces of them, and feeling haunted by the [...]
It doesn’t happen in a moment, but leaving home is one big jump forward. From my side it’s a recalibration of time, place and manner. On her side, it’s a whole new world. Remember your parents—stage dressing. I spent the summer in retail therapy for the strains of departure—laptops and Ipods and plugs and clocks and phones and cords. I remember I faced motherhood with a similar electronics buy-a-thon.