Jesus was a refugee

Years ago, as I was moving away from one city with my husband and new born daughter into an uncertain future, a friend gave me a Christmas present. It was a little porcelain statue of Joseph leading a donkey with Mary and the infant Jesus on its back…that part of the Christmas story we so Jesus was a refugee

Mae Swe

After a long, bitter winter and a busy, busy spring, I am at last able to return to that project that has been on the burner for awhile now:  the Mae Sway Project. I am in the midst of gathering the personal stories and adventures of some of the Burmese refugees that have resettled in Mae Swe

Name that plate…

In a time when images of willful wild destruction of property are in the news, I am reminded of a ceremony I participated in: Name That Plate. A number of years ago I held a ceremony at the time of a painful divorce that included breaking crockery. As a female who’d spent most of her Name that plate…

Out of the mouths of babes.

I am fortunate to teach a two-week long theater day-camp every summer for 9 to 13 year olds.  It’s a popular camp with many returning campers.  We teach the kids how to create original characters, how to create original scenes, how to create original theater. We also teach so much more… At the end of Out of the mouths of babes.

My life is like the candy aisle…

Just like the candy aisle at your local CVS or grocery store, it’s not even Halloween and I’m in the thick of thinking about Christmas. This will be the 8th year that I’ve helped create, develop and perform in Touchstone Theatre’s annual Christmas City Follies (opens December 5th). Because we create original material each and My life is like the candy aisle…

all hallo-weeny

Halloween is fast approaching.  It used to be, when my own children were young,  that I spent hours preparing my house for the little ghosts, goblins, princesses, expensively bought and home-made fantasy creatures that would dutifully toil up my sidewalk.  Those brave souls were confronted by a wicker table with a LARGE bowl of candy all hallo-weeny

of sparkles and emergency rooms

This was my day today: 12:08am.  Husband wakes me up to ask, “does my lip look swollen to you?” 3:30am.  Take husband to ER because not only is his lip swollen, so is his lower face. Between 5am and 1pm there is a round-robin of heading home, heading back to the ER, heading home, heading of sparkles and emergency rooms

The power of listening

I am involved in a theater project (with Touchstone Theatre)that is utilizing a process of “story gathering” for the base material from which I will write a play. That play is scheduled to be produced in April, 2014 (no pressure or anything).   Today I headed out to Bethlehem’s lovely new “Greenway” with a group of The power of listening