Like Falling Off a Bike

There was a minute — one full, sixty-second interval –when I had that fish out of water "what the heck am I doing here?!?" feeling. I filled out the "Noises Off" audition application with my name and address….and nothing else. It asked for us to list the last three productions we’d been in, and in what capacity. What WAS…

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All The World’s a Stage

You may remember my friend Patrick Kramer as a big-time winner on the television show Don’t Forget the Lyrics. I remember Patrick from my first day of first grade at Forest Lake Elementary School in Columbia, South Carolina. I was six years old and fresh off the boat from Vermont — very much a stranger in a strange land….

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Inglorious Moments

I got out of my Meeting Marathon at work last night just in time to hightail it to the lovely Malco theatre we have here in Smyrna, Tennessee. I missed all the trailers, but I didn’t miss a second of Inglorious Basterds. Quentin Tarantino is the movie geek’s movie geek. I was raised at the movie theatre (literally, as…

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Headache – 1, Lee – 0

I’ve had migraines since high school. Every kind of migraine you can imagine–from the brain freeze you get drinking an Icee too fast to the "I’m seeing spots and now I’m gonna throw up for a while" versions. My triggers are the unavoidable ones: barometric pressure, lack of sleep, hormones, and stress. Number one is the reason planes still…

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Hannah, Backward & Forward

For me, 2008 was The Year of Getting Better. (Like Tomo would say: Bad Breakup was bad.) I took the first six months off to wallow in self-pity and nurse my wounded pride. By Mo*Con, I was ready to come back into the world and my friends welcomed me with open arms. I spent the rest of the year…

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I Saw Elvis Last Night

Not this Elvis: THIS Elvis: I’m amazed I a.) got a decent picture and b.) managed to take anything at all before the Ryman Camera Nazis descended. They were in rare form last night. So was Elvis…during every second of his 90-minute encore. We just about "one more song"ed him to death. Welcome to Nashville. Tweet

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Exit 75, I’m still alive

(Okay — technically I’m at Exit 76, but that’s how the song goes.) The area right off Exit 76 is like a war zone. You used to take a left and stop at a traffic light right in front of the new hotel…there’s not a traffic light there anymore. I don’t mean it’s out — I mean IT’S GONE. You…

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ENOUGH, ALREADY.

This picture was taken from the Toot’s parking lot, about 100 yards from my house. Mom, I AM OKAY. I’m at work.Whether or not I still have a house remains to be seen. I will be so mad if my teddy bear went to Oz without me. Tweet

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