Tuesday, March 26, 2013


I got a message from my friend Scotty saying "Hey you creative writing types should do this." I was curious so I hit the link and there it was "Listen to your Mother Show OKC" info. I'd never heard of it but thought "Why not I write about being a mom all the time?" 
Me and my helper
So I perused my blog and none of them seemed quite right so I whipped something out. YEAH RIGHT! HA! I actually took about an entire day just thinking about it and then a week to write it. My husband and son suffering through numerous readings like it was a presidential speech. 
After rewriting it about 6 times I finally hit send and then breathed. Finished. SO GOOD!  I pretty much vaccilated between "It was just for fun so if I don't get in no big deal, then to Oh my GOD what if they want me to audition?" to "I gotta dance this shit out!"

Foot movin, butt shakin, finger snappin therapy some Donna Summer "Hot Stuff" , some Baha Men "Gin and Coconut Water", some Talking Heads "Girlfriends Better".  AHHA SO GOOD!

So I get the email inviting me to audition! Holy shit for real 5 minutes? I rewrote and edited and mirror practiced and made my son record me and then couldn't watch it because his camera work was like someone running in place or the Blair Witch project, and I wondered if I'd need a barf bag.

 I finally called up all those years of speech competition from High School and ran it through a few more times finally getting it down to 5 minutes.

I even dragged my friend Hillary outta bed that Sunday to do my hair because it makes me feel better when my hairs done did. I knew they would do a head shot but I thought well I always feel BETTER when I look awesome. I spent more time on that outfit than I did last summer for a job interview. So finally its time, and being the type A I am I get there early and get all the picture taking outta the way and then its time....

As I stood at the podium I thought of a line from a song in the musical Camelot  "You mean that apalling clamoring, that sounds like a blacksmith hammering is merely the banging of his royal knees?"

But I looked at these three women in front of me and how they smiled so enouragingly, they laughed and nodded and I thought just breathe, just breathe....and then it happened.

I found my voice and the rhythum of the listener and the story and the telling and it was SO GOOD, I smiled, I laughed at my own story, I saw the people in it and before you know it it was finished...

Misti asked "How do you feel ?" And is so like me I did a little hoppy dance and said "I was so nervous!" And we all laughed. I thought even if I don't make it in this has been SO GOOD...

And when I heard my story made it and all the whopoin and hollerin and screaming and hugging and jumping and dancing calmed some I thought to myself, this is SO GOOD Thank you God this is just SO GOOD!


So come and bring yo Mama!

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Magic Sunday

Once upon a time long long ago I lived in a pretty little duplex in a place called Crown Heights. It was a beautiful fall Sunday morning and I had the door open listening to music, and somebody knocked. It was Margie and she brought me coffee. We sat on the porch in the sunshine and then my roommate Celeste came home so she sat down on the porch too. We started talking about our Saturday night which escalated into fits of giggling and teasing like we were all about 10 years old. Not too much longer and my sister Jana showed up and right behind her was my friend Liz with a huge bottle of white wine. We opened all the windows and went inside where we scrounged through the fridge, freezer and cabinets and made lunch together there was not much room in the kitchen so we took turns. One person would chop, the other would stir, someone else would get the pasta, set the table and soon we had a beautiful simple meal. The fresh color of the veggies, the crisp salad, the tangy pasta, the cold wine, the wonderful company.
We went to the living room where we sat on cushions on the floor and Celeste played her guitar and sang for us, and I read poetry  I had written and we talked and sang and joked about how we sounded like we were at a camp out singing with Celeste on her guitar and the house just rang with laughter. I looked around the room at my beautiful friends and sister and thought to myself

"Remember this, remember because this a magic Sunday and there won't be another like it again..."