all that's past is prologue...

By the time this is actually posted, it will be more official, and I suppose will matter less. I just got off the phone with a good friend, describing to her where the Articles of Incorporation for Theatre de la Jeune Lune were in the file drawers.  The reason for this was to begin the process of dissolving the Company.  By the time I leave for Norway this weekend, the theatre where I spent twelve years of my life, the place I still consider “home,” will be on it’s way to being dissolved.  The building that I cared for so deeply will be sold — and the work, well, how exactly does one archive theatre, whose very purpose is to be ephemeral, a one-evening at a time dialogue between artists and audience? I have so many of those moments in my head right now.  Even before I started, seeing Lulu and Yang Zen Froggs and being transported to another place.  After I began with the company, opening the curtains of the Loring Playhouse to reveal the traffic beyond in The Ballroom .  The opening ...

Postings have been slim over here for awhile.  Not because I haven't wanted to, but simply because juggling work and life has given me no extra time to be inspired to write, or even to write un-inspiredly. Part of the problem is that I don't really know what I want this blog to be.  Really, the majority of my life right now is being a mom.  But I don't think of myself as a "mommy blogger."  And I doubt I am up to the level of the BlogHer ladies, even if I did.  So a bit of an identity crisis, really. At the same time I've been reading Julie and Julia  (on the Kindle, natch!) and contemplating that blog, and blog purposes in general. And thinking about my website and brand identity. It's a lot, and I've come to no firm conclusions, except that I need more sleep. --- In related news, Patrick's blogs were featured in a Daddy Blog section of the Pioneer Press .  Check it out here .