It's all about the story, and it always has been, going back to Adam and Eve and the Serpent. I'm always looking for new ways to tell a story: honest, smart, thought-provoking, and entertaining.
I grew up in post-World War II America, where racism was as natural as breathing. Everything in my community—my parents, their friends, even my piano teacher—taught me that whites are inherently better than Blacks. And those lessons shaped who I was…until they didn’t.
A serious subject, but it's OK to laugh.
My solo show opened in February 2020, got great reviews...and then Covid shut it down. Fortunately, we had a video of my performance that was available in various streaming platforms. It was even projected on the wall of The Cell Theatre for an outdoor showing.
The Old White Lady, 20 feet high!
I performed the show again in September 2021 at the IndyFringe Festival in Indianapolis and in October 2021 at a fund raiser in a Mexican resort town.
I hope to keep performing it, because
it's so relevant to the world we live in.
Glasses and buckteeth, and my mother dresses me funny. I write my first story: Humpy the Caterpillar and Gladys the Snail - A True Romance
Braces and glasses when I'm Daisy Mae in the high school play, singing "Whar's the man that done me wrong?" And I dream of becoming a writer.
Always on the Dean's List, no dates for frat parties, writing stories that aren't very good. My grammar and spelling are good, though, and I keep dreaming.
I actually do become a writer - more than sixty books for kids: how-to, non-fiction, historical fiction. Research is a lot more fun than writing. And rewriting.
My reinvention begins with an improv class that leads to standup at a local bar. I was born with a double entendre, but I don't tell jokes - I tell stories.
The reinvention continues with 10-minute stories at The Liars' Game, from that to my first solo show, Don't Call Me Young Lady!
And it goes on from there.
A silver-haired woman walks into a bar. The bartender asks, "What can I get for you, young lady?" "I'll have a glass of red wine - pinot noir, if you have it - and don't call me young lady, sonny boy!" I'm just as pissed off as I sound. I haven't been a young lady since Nixon was in the White House.
Thus begins my story - riffing not just on condescending bartenders, but on the hypercritical mother I couldn't please, attending sex education classes, shopping for condoms, posing for nude photographs at the age of twelve, getting fake boobs, dating younger men. And that's just for starters.
The show launches in 2019 at The Cell Theatre in Albuquerque, New Mexico, where it plays for a dozen weekends. There are more performances in Santa Fe and at the United Solo Festival in New York City.
For twenty years THE MOTH has been collecting and sharing stories, on public radio and on stages in cities all around the country. So far I've told my story, "Online Dating after Eighty," to sold-out audiences in Logan, UT; Portland, OR; Cincinnati; New Bedford, MA ; Portsmouth, NH - All those people, laughing!
Reinventing Myself: Part I
My New Life As An Old Lady
Inside every old woman there's a young chick wondering what in hell happened.
My Undocumented Affair With A Famous Writer
Why didn't somebody interview me for a biography of Philip Roth? We went to college together! I might have even been in one of his novels!
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