Posts from the “Work” Category

Lights Up

Posted on January 21, 2013

Sean and I met at the Williamstown Theatre Festival. It was not a simple courtship (are any?), but very little is simple when you’re working in summer stock and have the relentless deadlines and pervasive spirit of temporariness. Eventually though, we made it past the distractions and the monumental chip on my shoulder to discover that we worked very well together. Four years later we got married just outside of Saratoga Springs, New York. We kept a connection to theatre through work we did for the Adirondack Theatre Festival. When we had our daughters, one of whom we gave the middle name Adams after the theater in Williamstown, we made a promise that we would expose them to music and the arts. Our hope…

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Heigh-Ho

Posted on November 9, 2012

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho it’s home from work we go It was a busy, busy week. I am, after a revelation about the hollow reward of self-flagellation, overlooking the hiccups and tardiness and chalking this week up to the win column. Everyone had clean socks, bedtime cuddles and tonight we’ll make good on a movie night promise with a trip to Wreck-It Ralph. While we devour what is rumored to be a beautiful weekend, the newest addition to the Nine High Peaks line will be rolling into production. We may, mostly because the girls delight in helping at the store, head in on Monday to do a bit of holiday decorating in preparation for Thursday’s festivities. I am so very grateful that it is Friday. I…

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Adults that budge

Posted on November 1, 2012

Growing up on the West Coast we said, “Don’t cut,” when we were talking about someone moving ahead in line before their turn. I’ve learned that on the East Coast people say, “Don’t budge.” Either way, grown ups really ought to know how to wait their turn and to respect time. Alas, like the teenagers who dumped the entire container of candy from our front porch into their bag in the 15 minutes we were gone despite the plaintive, “Please take 2 pieces” sign, some adults feel that budging or cutting is appropriate behavior. </end rant>

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Laboring Love

Posted on July 8, 2012

Labor of love is kind of a tired phrase, isn’t it? I’m guilty of doing that thing where you use incredibly descriptive words to assign more importance and depth to a thing, sometimes more for my own benefit than for those that I am talking to. Maybe I put the girls off to finish drafting copy, or I bag going to the gym or getting my hair done in order to do something else. The guilt will gnaw at me so I construct a scenario where what I have done was worth the things I sacrificed. I’m getting smarter. I am saying no more, making myself acknowledge when something is getting more time, energy or, yes, love. Yet life and work continue and every…

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The Workplace

Posted on July 2, 2012

Finley clung to me this morning, her little chin wrinkled with lines of worry as her jaw clenched and her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t wanna go to camp. I just want to be being with you on this day.” It was not the way I wanted the day to go. I wanted the three girls to go happily off to camp so that they could get the attention they needed, I could get things done and, in essence, everything would be smooth and controlled. I had to make a decision. The thing in my gut that comes out every once in a while, let’s call it guilt, made me relent. “Ok, you can come to work.” What I should have done next…

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