My favorite musical? Even easier to answer than my favorite Shakespeare play (Much Ado About Nothing). Les Miserables. Specific performance? The 10th Anniversary Dream Cast, of course. Philip Quast? Michael Ball? Colm Wilkinson?? Yes, please and thank you!! I have two “watching Les Mis” modes: the one where I sing with gusto (even the songs… Continue reading Les Mis for Life
As darkness falls, I come to you tonight wearing my interfaith Minister of Peace hat. I’m not altogether comfortable in this role at times; I neither have nor desire a pulpit of any sort. But hear me now. And before I begin what is almost certain to be a long and extremely controversial post, let… Continue reading The Sins of Our Fathers
Today is the first official day of spring. Blessed Alban Eilir (or Ostara, or Spring Equinox if you prefer). I’ve returned from my little hiatus; my mom and stepdad have gone home. While they were here, we lost an uncle on my father’s side after a long battle with cancer (melanoma). I can’t do this… Continue reading Springtime is not Kind
My mother is in town this week, so there probably won’t be a new post until Saturday. Then again, there might be, if I need to blow off steam. Who knows? Beware the Ides of March and all that jazz. (And don’t get me started on St. Patrick’s Day, heh.) Have a good week!
The first letter I ever wrote (and mailed) was two lines of pencil scrawls on one of those gray papers with red and blue lines on it, the kind for children just learning to write. I think it consisted of, “Hi. How are you? I am fine. Love you, bye,” and I was the proudest… Continue reading The Last Letter
I have vivid dreams fairly often (well, maybe most of us do, but I almost always remember mine in detail). They can be extremely realistic, completely out of left field, or so abstract that they’re nearly impossible to put into words. I’ve dreamed monochromatic stuff, things that were just shapes, the usual “plays on huge… Continue reading Runic Dreams
Music is absolutely one of my favorite parts of being alive, of being human and here right now. I sing (a lot — sorry, kids). I listen. I break the “play” and “replay” buttons on new albums that delight my ears and old favorites, as comfortable as my favorite shirt but as familiarly exciting as… Continue reading Soul-clearing Song