Remember Me

How will my sons remember me?  Will they remember when I was at home, at their school, on stage, a certain role in a movie or maybe screaming like a crazed lunatic at someone that (I felt) might do them harm? I know how I remember my mom.  And no, she’s not gone.  She’s alive and well and living in…

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Much More… with Friends.

That’s me, pretending to know what I’m doing.  I didn’t.  I never wanted to get married, much less have kids, and then two kids… both with special needs, but there I was. Bottle in hand (theirs AND mine) I managed to pull it together, just enough, every single day to get through colic, cerebral palsy, autism, nervous breakdowns (again, theirs…

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They wanted to make me a whore – a whore!  Can you imagine???  I refused.  In hindsight, I probably should have watched ‘The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas’ before auditioning for it, but what sort of social teenager had time for that? Earlier in my theatric career I was cast as a rock – or was it a tree…?  Regardless,…

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From Train Wreck to Train Ride – Jett’s First Audition

He was a spinning, rocking, stacking, non-verbal, notoriously clever escape artist.  He refused to be in the company of strangers, fled when crowds appeared and reacted to change with uncontrollable fits of animalistic rage.  They certainly didn’t cover that in ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’! Never wanting children, I wasn’t one to dream of raising the valedictorian, prom king,…

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