Sunday, April 29, 2012

Dirty Barbie Goes to Salisbury!

Tickets for Dirty Barbie in Salisbury!
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Click the button above to reserve your tickets for the upcoming Salisbury, North Carolina performances of Dirty Barbie and other girlhood tales!

Looking Glass Collective, 405 N. Lee Street, Salisbury, NC 28144

Call 434.825.8738 to make reservations by phone or ask questions.

Friday, May 4 at 7:30 p.m. (talkback after show)

Saturday, May 5 at 2 p.m. (talkback after show)

Saturday, May 6 at 7:30 p.m. (talkback and reception after show)

All performances sponsored by Sidewalk Deli!  


Friday, April 27, 2012

Everything is Changing...Again

hiking on the blue ridge mountains, 2005

"I wanted to see you walking backwards, to get the sensation of you coming home.  I wanted to see you walking away from me without the sensation of you leaving me alone..."
--from "Time and Time Again" by the Counting Crows

     In 1991 I was 18 years old.  Everything was changing.  In that year I drove my faded blue Dodge Charger to Salisbury, North Carolina and entered Catawba College.  I took a math entrance exam and placed into Calculus.  I bought the big required copy of every thing for every class, and I began splitting a blueberry muffin every morning with my red-headed roommate. 
     Two years later, while Robert Redford was making an indecent proposal to Demi Moore, I was learning about Corinthian columns, method acting, and how to write a play.  While the cost of a gallon of gas was $1.16, I started running in the mornings and staring at a tennis player in French class who unselfconsciously stuffed toilet paper in his nose.  
     While some federal agents were raiding a religious cult in Waco, Texas, I was rarely reading the paper but often daydreaming about fame and being thin.
     In the early days of April 1994, while people were speculating about why Kurt Cobain killed himself, the boy that I would adopt was being born in a university hospital in Charlottesville, Virginia.  I'd like to think I had a big cramp at that moment, but I probably didn't.  I was probably hanging up flyers when he came crying into the world.  He probably wasn't crying.   
     And then, just as casually as someone unwraps a sandwich and throws the plastic away, my life changed.  Totally.  No, not because of the boy.  I would not know him until he was eight.  My mother died, and then I graduated from college. Then I drove a white Honda Accord across country.  Leaving is easy when it's the only thing you can do.  I took the red-headed roommate with me.  
    I stayed particularly busy for eight years.  I have always stayed particularly busy.  From coast to coast, through many playings of the Counting Crows, through many gallons of paint on different bedroom walls, after many lost wallets and often in the presence of children or almost adults, I've made many decisions and promises. I've filled out lots of forms. 
    On a Monday night in February 2004, right after an earthquake hit Morocco, I became a foster mother.  Everything changed.  Not casually this time, but more like a magic trick.  More like a "Hey, how'd you do that?"  Like all the strings were pulled at the perfect time.  I got the sensation of Fate messing with me.  The only thing I knew how to do was to buy frozen chicken nuggets.
    And now ten more particularly busy years have passed. Everything is changing...again.  No one has told the cat.  "2012 is the year of change" my husband said, but we were sitting in the same spots we always sit in, so it felt more like a story and less like the truth.  It will take $60 to fill up my tank this week.  We are going to be driving to Salisbury, North Carolina -- to Catawba -- so that my son can pick out his dorm room and fill out forms regarding his academic interests.  I smell Fate in the room again.   
     While the windows are open and everyone is asleep, while shoulders are shrugging over secret service agents, just a few hours after Elise got voted off American Idol, right after I take a peek at the Best Buy bill and take a bite of a chocolate tart, I wonder. I wonder if time is doing to me what weather does to a fence.  I wonder if change is as easy -- and necessary -- and cyclical -- as a twist of the washing machine dial.     

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

96 Days to Edinburgh

If we're counting days, then we can also count that it's 10 days until I open in Salisbury, NC, 39 days until my son graduates from high school, 4 days since I turned 39 and 3 days since I stopped taking Ambien.  I could really whoop up on the calendar with some markers.


Now that we've counted days, let's talk superlatives:

Biggest Change:  My son is not going to Scotland...he has to go to college.  I should've seen this coming, but denial runs deep...and maybe me being in Edinburgh while he's moving into his dorm will keep me from embarrassing him with my ugly cry.  BUT, he is going to go with me to be my tech guy for the Salisbury shows, so that will work.
Closest Call:  I had to send a package overnight to Scotland this week to make an ad deadline.  Deadlines have ruled the days since January when it comes to planning for Edinburgh.  A constant, nagging fear that I'm messing up something huge.   
Newest Marketing Thingee:  New publicity shots and a new poster (above), which was designed by Serena Gruia with Alloy Workshop.   The photos were taken by Will Kerner.
Most Humbling Event(s):  People (friends and strangers) donating to my online campaign.  Every day I'm getting closer to my online fundraising goal of $12,000.  I am so grateful.  Let me practice on you..."Um, would you like to give $30 to help send me to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival?"  
Newest Booking:  I'm happy to announce that I'm heading back to the Corner Store in Washington, DC the weekend of July 21-22!  That is a wonderful venue and I'll have 3 shows there.  Click here to see all the upcoming dates from NC to VA to NYC to DC.  
Biggest Crush:  "Panic not," said Brigid.  Huge crush on all the people I'm communicating with in the UK.  Between the venue managers, to the Fringe Society, to the PR people I'm talking to, they kill me with their accents and their manners and their humor, and their attentiveness.  I love these people!
Most Nagging, Irritating Worry:  Every thing....every accomplished goal just leaves me focusing on what hasn't been done.  There are still flights to book, money to raise, houses to sell out, technical glitches to work out, and a little staffing to be considered (as I have enough people on my team?).  
Sweetest Thing:  Watching friends get all excited for me...telling me their own Edinburgh stories...sounds like there's a mussel and beer joint that I have to check out.  I'm a lucky girl to be so supported. 
Most Immediate Goals/Worries:  Letting people in my hometown of Mooresville know about the show that will be coming so close to them next week.  Rehearsing, packing, presenting at a conference tomorrow morning, teaching classes this week and next and selling out the shows next weekend and staying organized (oh, a little part of me dies every time I say the word 'organize').

Click to read previous posts...180 Days to Edinburgh, and 130 Days to Edinburgh