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MY JOURNAL

My Black and White New Year

1987 into 1988 I had just returned from a grueling six-month tour of Andrew Lloyd Weber's Song and Dance. I was, effectively Song as I occupied the stage alone for the entire first act. I'd never learned so [...]

Let There Be More Light

Several years ago, I lived by the ocean. You would think that it would be idyllic, right? But I found that the corrosive element of the salt air did odd things: It wilted celery I'd bought in the [...]

In A Chair

Last July I broke my left ankle. Originally, there was a chance that both ankles suffered fractures but, as it turned out, the left one broke good and clean - no ligaments were torn to complicate matters - [...]

Equal Dignity

When I was a little girl in Manhattan, in the warm spring months, men could at last roll up their sleeves. On my way home from school, I'd stop into the local candy store, pick out my treat [...]

Kindness

In the last few years there has been a profound awakening in my life due to some deep emotional seismic shifts. Details are not terribly important.What I would consider run of the mill catastrophes. What landed at my [...]

If Time Was God

I've been thinking about this for a while now. The only element in life, consistent and impartial, is time – and, more specifically, the passing of time. And, though time and its subdivisions - days,months, years - may [...]