My 2 Cents
Updated: Mar 3, 2020
I never thought I'd create a blog. But here I am. It's not that I don't have anything to say. As a child they called me "Chatty Kathy" after that doll. Deep down in my ancestry one of my crazy relatives kissed the Blarney stone. I never met a thought I didn't want to share. So, no. I got stuff to write. I just don't know why you'd read it. You have your own 2 cents, I'm sure. But after 8.5 years running a nonprofit theater, I find myself with a lot of time on my hands, even though I'm working full time. I guess I never realized how much time I put into the theater. It was a labor of love; I wasn't punching a clock. However, last year I realized that there were other things I wanted to do and the clock's a ticking. I wanted to focus more on my own plays rather than mounting the work of others. I wanted to explore new forms of theatre that excited me - puppetry, devised theatre, and site specific. All of that will come, but for right now . . . right now I'm in this weird limbo place. I hope someone's praying for me like we prayed for the babies in Limbo back in Mass in the '60s. I will take any prayers you have to offer up for me. And in return -- I offer you my two cents. It's not worth much, but here you go.