I’m afraid I made a parenting error. Every year I ask My Kid if she wants to play soccer and every year she says “no”. But, this year she said “yes” because we thought she could play with her friends. At the end of the last school year, I was talking on the playground with [...]

Here’s the postcard for our show: 2008 New York Clown Theatre Festival Cabaret Thursday September 11, 10:30 p.m. Brick Theater, 575 Metropolitan Avenue Williamsburg, BKLYN (info@bricktheater.com) (L to Lorimer G to Metropolitan)

Today Lorraine is building the shadow puppet frame. We just got back from the hardware store where Lorraine had planned to have them cut the wood she selected her, but it was $2 a cut, and she needed about four cuts so it would have cost more than the lumber which was only about $3. [...]

I’m starving and exhausted. We had a little production meeting, the two of us, while walking home from the studio. We’ve got a 2 hour rehearsal tomorrow and a 4 hour rehearsal on Wednesday and 2 final hours for our “dress rehearsal” on Thursday when we also expect to have our tech at the theatre. [...]

I am exhausted and completely frustrated and my head hurts from clenching my jaw because My Kid did not go to school today. The lines were drawn and I lost the battle. She stayed up too late after we got home from the barbecue in New Jersey and I don’t know what happened but she [...]

It’s Saturday morning. My Kid and The Husband are still asleep. I haven’t had time to write at all since My Kid started school on Tuesday. When I accompany her to school on the subway and drop her off at 8:30, I can be home by 9:30 but it’s usually more like ten. I have [...]

I have finally confirmed and made all the phone calls including to the school office regarding the neighbor who will pick up my kid along with hers after school so I can be in rehearsal in a studio for maybe 2 hours if I’m lucky.

Yesterday, all the places I didn’t take my child, all the time we didn’t spend going to the beach or making art together… All that time I spent acting like a frazzled distracted mom and not at all like an enthusiastic 19-year-old camp counselor. (Who am I kidding, we remember those camp counselors–so distracted by [...]