Tag: Mom
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sugar shack
childhood memories involving chocolate I have been sitting around looking at that box of chocolate and I’ve been flooded with so many memories: When I was younger I was a chocolate hoarder. I would never eat all of my Easter candy because I always wanted some left over for the option of eating later. Having…
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“how’s gramma?”
Family Feud ain’t got nothin’ on us. (I’m writing this on the 24th because I will be on a plane on the 25th, so we’ll all pretend that I’m writing this tomorrow) I forgot to mention yesterday that the one thing that kept me going during the new Advanced Tae-Bo tape was the fact that…
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the wall
or why i’m afraid of wallpaper I got the part. Starting August 1st I will be rehearsing for Polaroid Stories at Hyde Park Theatre, playing one Skinhead Girl. We are going to have a “dialogue” about what my hair will look like. So, for now, I’ll just keep wearing it long, hoping that I’ll get…
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chihuahuas can talk
and other things i learned from my grandmother It occurs to me that I’ve never mentioned my grandmother. I think this is because it may take a while to tell you everything. This weekend my mom was up for Mother’s Day, and she went to see our play (Austinites! Only two weeks left to see…
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the name game
how i became pamie My name was almost Amanda. That’s what my mother wanted to name me. Amanda. Well, maybe I would have been called Mandy. I knew a few Amandas growing up, one of which got the horrible nickname “May-May.” (I’ve lived in the deep south, as you can see). My father was the…
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the handshake
or, how i won five dollars and changed my life I saw Chicago yesterday. Keep in mind I’ve been waiting to see this musical for twenty years, and in my head it is a very lavish and incredible piece of theatre. Somehow it got a bit lost in the translation. I love the first act…