Because even though it is Saturday, usually a day off, I have to get ready for a long day of rehearsal and opening night performance as Evita’s stage manager. But I wanted to post something because I miss blogging. (and the heading picture is of my dog, Margie, who is at the moment with my … Continue reading »
The Waiting Booth by Brinda Berry (my chat with her a few months ago) A missing boy, government agents, an interdimensional portal… Mia has one goal for her senior year at Whispering Woods High–find her missing older brother. But when her science project reveals a portal into another dimension, she learns that travelers are moving … Continue reading »
(featured image is from jinnart.deviantart.com and has nothing to do with this post, but I just thought it was super, super amazing) When I was reading and writing all the time? For fun? Yeah, those days seem long ago. First day of Spring Break and I’m pulling out the grading. Le Sigh. It is what it is. … Continue reading »
And in truth, I’m hanging on by a thread. It’s always a little nuts around this time (end of third quarter, grading and getting work done), but it’s more so this year for me. I’m stage manager for the Spring production of Evita. Yes. A high school production of Evita, and believe it or not, … Continue reading »
A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams (who was not from Tennessee, by the way). Another reread. And also again for teaching it in my American Literature class. I finished it awhile ago, but wanted to get through the discussion with my students before I posted. I don’t have a group of adults locally to … Continue reading »
Here we go: the first installment where I talk about my lack of editing skills and Valentine’s Day. Oh wow, it would pause right there. Don’t I look lovely? SOTM: Dirty Paws – Of Monsters and Men © ecnewman, 2013. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this author … Continue reading »
I took piano lessons when I was growing up. Started at age seven. With the moving that’s inherent in being a military family, it was never consistent lessons, but by the time I started up again in college, I’d probably had a good eight to ten years of lessons. I started again in college because … Continue reading »
