Still here. Promise.

Dear Reader,

Hi there. How’re you doing? Sorry that I abandoned you all for so long. I’d say that it won’t happen again, but we all know that’s a dirty rotten lie.

So… where have I been? Well, at last post I had just started teaching 2 dance classes a week  at Pure Energy Dance Productions in Bryan. Hippie and I were just beginning to plan our wedding, and were coming to grips with the fact that Hippie Jr was walking, which meant that once again, life would never be the same. Now I don’t just teach more, I somehow became the Assistant Artistic Director for the studio. I’m not entirely sure how that happened, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. I’m legally Mrs. Hippie, and Hippie Jr is not only walking, but running, jumping, identifying colors/letters/numbers, and is in pre-school. So much. So very much.

Every so often you have something happen that makes you realize just how quickly time cruises by while you’re busy trying to make daily life happen. This time for me, it was nothing major, just feeling an irresistible urge to write again. Feeling like something of myself had been missing in the last year and a half since I had written. Feeling so desperate to play with words that I DIDN’T CARE WHAT CAME OUT OF IT, I just had to write SOMETHING. Sitting down to write for the sake of writing doesn’t just happen, as it turns out. Not when there is a Hippie Jr who needs you to come and be the Percy to his Thomas (trains = life in little man’s world right now). Not when there is a full time job and steady acting work that you love, but that requires a lot of prep work and hustle (lesson plans don’t write themselves either, it turns out). Not when there is a Hippie who utterly adores you, who deserves to feel utterly adored too (he is. Don’t you worry, dear Reader).

Like all creative endeavors, writing has to be made a priority. Has to be given a little bit of that most precious commodity that we all like to horde for ourselves, or it won’t happen. Time is a bitch, but I’m going to start making an effort to give my writing a little bit of it once again. Art ain’t easy, and my life is full of so much beautiful artistry that it’s kinda unfair to the rest of the world to NOT share it. No guarantees that I won’t disappear again. But I can guarantee that I will try.


A “No, but really. A LOT has happened the past year” me





‘sup, teach?

Dear Reader,

I survived my first day of teaching voice lessons. What are my thoughts?

1. My kids are ADORABLE. Seriously, they show up ready to work, and actually listen to me.
2. Their parents are involved, but not in a bad way. They are supportive, want to know what their kiddo is learning, and aren’t just trying to fill the time between school and bedtime.
3. Thank GOD I’m hyperactive. Because my cartoon-esque personality catches their attention, and keeps it.

Overall… I’m in love. I forget how much I love working with young singers until I get to do it again.

More, and more, I can’t help noticing that I’m becoming my mother. Get out of college, and be “done with classical music”, only to eventually find my way back through the teaching of the littles. I’m ok with that.

I meet my second batch of students in a few hours, and I could not be more excited!

In theatre-y news, the break has been lovely. I may not be ready to head back to rehearsal just yet, but I am ready to start working. I need to read me some plays, dadgummit! I need a character to research. I need a concept to start chewing on. In short, it turns out that I need an acting fix. As much as I’m enjoying my downtime, it hasn’t even been a month, and I’m already getting twitchy without having material to work on. Apparently I love what I do. Crazy concept, right?

In domesticated type news, my boys are great! The hippie is still a cooking fiend, Eli has decided that crawling is a waste of time, and is trying to teach himself to stand without mommy’s help (noooooooo!), and I have finally vanquished the tiny assholes that were living in my pantry.

What was that you ask? What tiny assholes? I’ll tell you. Pantry moths. Disgusting, starch invading pantry moths. We had to get rid of all the food in the pantry (bye polenta), scrub the pantry down with vinegar (multiple times), and then chase tiny fluttering things yelling “die, you cruel winged, interloping, bastard” whilst swatting them with a fly swatter every time we saw one hiding in the pantry after the initial purge.

Ok, so the yelling was unnecessary, but it felt good at the time. Getting rid of that many organic groceries hit us where it hurt, and we needed to hit back.

Until next time, dear readers.

A “They were even stupid enough to try and pro-create in our Cayenne pepper. It was…gross” me

P. S. Alas, the media file uploady thingamabob isn’t functioning, so you’ll have to wait for a current pic of our standing, trying to toddle little man. Shorry.