Fanciful – Page 11 – Seashell Nell

On Buying Kitchen Aids

I’m not actually buying a KitchenAid. One time, when my parents were newly married, my dad bought something very expensive without talking it over with my mom, and then things got heated I think, and my dad felt guilty, and he bought my mom this really fancy gadget that has a blender and a mixerContinueContinue reading “On Buying Kitchen Aids”

I remember when…

A favorite blogger of mine, C Jane, linked to a writing prompt today. Eight minutes and the prompt, “I remember when.” And I thought to myself, “Well. Why the heck not?” I remember when my mother used to wear a pair of socks that were covered with the silhouettes of animals. What an odd memory.ContinueContinue reading “I remember when…”

What a marvelous night for a moondance

…or a baseball game. I want to have summer forever. Forever and ever and ever. Warm air forever. Sunlight forever. Can I circulate a petition? We can keep biking, keep hiking, keep having late-nite conversations because the sun doesn’t quite set. We can keep wearing summer-clothes and sit outside at restaurants and stuff. We canContinueContinue reading “What a marvelous night for a moondance”

Hey blog. BACK FOR MOAR.

Hello, world. Have you ever stopped exercising for, like, a week, and then, when you go back, everything is weird and hard and you’re sore again because your body is like, “wut?” even though the stuff you did used to be super standard? Because that just happened to me last Friday. At the circus gym.ContinueContinue reading “Hey blog. BACK FOR MOAR.”

I (co-)wrote something that people performed

So, I’ve always loved acting. Always. Even when I was little and shy, the stage thrilled me. To me, acting is a gift of love to my audience. Because acting requires vulnerability–one never knows how the audience will respond. Acting takes courage. Acting takes selfless gift and commitment and honor. And, mostly…love. When I act,ContinueContinue reading “I (co-)wrote something that people performed”

This play. This is where I have been.

Tonight was opening night, ya’ll. And, I’m going to bed. But, enjoy these shots of my folks doing what they do best: being awesome. There’s more where these came from, if you go to the dance with me. Also, the final show is tomorrow. Come and love you some ART.

Bulletproof vests and #BlackLivesMatter

One time I was taking this high stakes (not really) quiz and the quiz was like, “Of all the people in your life, whose death would you find most devastating?” Now, I know a lot of people. I love a lot of people. I have a phone full of contacts who, by the grace ofContinueContinue reading “Bulletproof vests and #BlackLivesMatter”

P.S. Play information

Hi. I’m in the middle of a series on the summer of racial tension that is 1967 2016, but for this post I’m going to give it a rest for a hot-second because I’m also in the middle of (1) a huge lot of work-stuff (Ste. Anne novena whaaaaaat, holler if you need prayers, becauseContinueContinue reading “P.S. Play information”

Bus lines and #BlackLivesMatter. Part 2.

Did you see when the color-coded maps of the large American cities were published a year or so ago? They were telling. This was Detroit’s: Look at those colors. Split distinctly, definitely along man-made lines. Those colors represent racial differences. Those colors also represent deep, deep divides and prejudices that reach back for generations. AndContinueContinue reading “Bus lines and #BlackLivesMatter. Part 2.”

Blue eyes and #BlackLivesMatter. Post #1.

When I was a little girl, not yet two years old, my parents bought me a baby doll. I still have the doll, almost thirty years later. Her name is “Baby Glory.” She has a soft, stuffed body, and plastic molded head and feet and hands. Her mouth is open, perfect for “feeding” when you’re aContinueContinue reading “Blue eyes and #BlackLivesMatter. Post #1.”