Kathryn Mayer • Writing Out Loud
I write stuff down. writer • humorist • activist
So remember a ways back when I wouldn’t stop blabbing about the Listen To Your Mother show in NYC? Where I read an essay about the angst of taking your kid to college in an auditorium filled with people who actually paid to listen? The audition, the casting, the prep, the wardrobe, the afterglow? Did you begin to think it never really happened? I did. But here’s the YouTube proof. For the
I wasn’t so nervous for the New York debut of Listen To Your Mother, mostly because the other presenters were pros at doing this and made everything seem just so easy. I wasn’t nervous when MetroNorth broke down and delayed all trains in and out of Grand Central “indefinitely,” because I, for once in my life, was early and had indefinite time to wait. Or at least 3 extra hours. I
“Where are you?” The texts were coming fast and furious from rather attractive husband. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was trapped in the Lord & Taylor dressing room. Crying. I hate to shop. And I certainly hate to shop for perhaps the biggest moment of my life (sans legs spread and head crowning). I was all set for the Listen To Your Mother show. My piece is good. My
First it was a headshot, and now they want a bio. Like I’m a frickin’ rock star or something. Which I’m not, but not for lack of trying. The Listen To Your Mother NYC performance is fast approaching (May 6th 2:00 pm), and the wonderful producers who have said bios and headshots are publishing Meet The Cast posts on the LTYM website, and eventually, it became my turn. I scoured
One year ago, my brilliant artist friend sent this cool link by some poet-drawing-writer-dude I never heard of, Austin Kleon, who presented a poignant little slide show at Broome Community College, which I had heard of, because rather attractive husband attended one year, chasing a skirt, (not yet knowing yours truly lurked in the not-so-distant-future). I shared the link ad nauseam, force feeding it down college kid’s throat, and her friends, then
Remember when I put on my big girl pants and auditioned for Listen To Your Mother NYC? When I blathered on and on, my tongue swelled and pits pitted? While sitting there sweating and talking, I met some wicked nice people, who didn’t want to Tanya Harding me, but instead were supportive and friendly. Real friendly, not fake friendly. I can tell the difference. I talk too much. It’s what I do
I took this show on the road, this writing, this mouth, this mom, to NYC to audition for a pretty amazing opportunity. I signed up on a whim, and with careful encouraging and bullying from rather attractive husband, actually followed through and showed up for the audition. Talk about intimidating. Say what you want, but an audition in NYC is an entirely different experience than typing away blindly into an
An irreverent storyteller with a foul mouth and big heart, Kathryn Mayer (aka Kathy and/or Kate) is a writer, humorist, and (former) activist writing out loud with humor and grace about little life moments with big ripples, including the space between parenting and aging parents, social issues, angsty reflections of midlife, and, sigh, gun humpers. Still. Sometimes a big deal, sometimes not Mayer is a national award-winning columnist, according to the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, and her essays have been recognized as Voice of … Read More Here...
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