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
Auditioning for Listen To Your Mother
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
Time Traveler for Mid-Life Reunions
You can’t make old friends, so when a college buddy of rather-attractive hubby and mine, who we have not seen in 4 kids or so, came to town, we wanted to see him. He and his bride traveled across the country; the least we could do was get our married-with-children teenagers asses into New York for a night out. It wasn’t root canal; it was dinner and drinks with