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LYTM Experience Continued: The Rehearsals

Listen To Your Mother: Atlanta at the Strand Theater in Marietta

Listen To Your Mother: Atlanta at the Strand Theater in Marietta (photo by Miranda Wicker http://www.findingwalden.com/)

Is it over yet? Has the fat lady sung? What the hell was I thinking? Don’t get me wrong, I  am SO excited to be cast in LTYM: Atlanta, but these were the thoughts I had as I walked into Taco Mac one cool spring evening a couple of weeks back. I’d missed the first rehearsal because I was away on business. That means the cast got together without me. That also means everybody already knows everyone and I am officially the last kid picked at the next kickball game.

The producers had taken pity on my plight and were willing to set up an independent read-through with me. I was thankful for their pity and grateful when I found out that someone else had missed the rehearsal, too. Now there would be another who would duke it out with me for that second to last spot on the field (because being the last man standing when being cherry picked by your peers is never a desirable result).

I walked in and there was Shelly Davis. She peeked around the first booth in the joint. “Are you Libby?” I smiled. She had my hair. Everything was going to be ok.

Miranda Wicker (producer #1) slid in the booth right behind me. We cajoled, ordered beers, and eventually got down to brass tax. After I read my composition, I felt calm. After Shelly read her work, I felt even more at peace. After Miranda shared her essay, I felt this was going to be good. This was going to be really good. If their pieces were indicative of the rest of the casts’ caliber, it’s not going to be really good – it’s going to be incredible.

A second rehearsal was just around the corner. I was finally going to meet the rest of my teammates.  I strolled into Panera, ordered my sweet tea and headed to the conference room (by the way, am I the only one who didn’t know Panera has a conference room?).

The first person I saw in the room was familiar at least – Jana Anthoine (producer #2). As everyone gathered, sharing their hellos and making small talk, all I could do was smile. Whatever I’d gotten myself into, there were thirteen others in it with me. And I was about to find out they were thirteen totally amazing others.

I listened to everyone’s stories. I was in awe of the pure talent that was before me. And to think, I’d actually be sharing a stage with these people in about two weeks’ time (as Wayne and Garth might lament – so not worthy!)  Each was a personal portrait of their reflections on or their experience with motherhood told in a way that had me laughing, crying, and at times almost wishing I was a mother (and you know that would take some pretty heavy convincing).

I sat in that back room of Panera Bread inspired and thankful and totally indebted to my producers for seeing something in my work I clearly didn’t see. I love all of these people who have offered up bits and pieces of themselves in order to celebrate motherhood (and I only met them like five minutes ago!). I was having one of the best kinds of no-take-backs there are: the warm and fuzzy kind.

Jana Anthoine (totally awesome producer)
Miranda Wicker (totally awesome producer)
Benjamin Carr (totally awesome castmate)
Robin Dance (totally awesome castmate)
Shelly Davis (totally awesome castmate)
Tracy Kistler (totally awesome castmate)
Leslie Marinelli (totally awesome castmate)
Denise Des Soye Mount (totally awesome castmate)
Sarah Beth Nelson (totally awesome castmate)
Ashley Robinson (totally awesome castmate)
Renee J. Ross (totally awesome castmate)
Lyssa Sahadevan (totally awesome castmate)
Katherine Stone (totally awesome castmate)
 
 

These people have put themselves out there, just like me, and are finding a powerful return on their investment. The more you put out, the more you get back, people. It’s that simple. So why not make it a warm and fuzzy no-take-back week for yourself? And if you are in the Atlanta area this Saturday night, come and join us for Listen To Your Mother.

 
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Guest Post: Tastes Like Chicken

Community member umalum99 shares her story about a no-take-back Easter experience. 

I moved to Denver in 2009.  A few months later, some friends stayed with us and, upon returning to their home state of California, they sent us a thank you card and a gift certificate for a French restaurant called Ze Cafe (get it?).

eiffel tower

And to drink? Peru!

We made reservations for dinner one night when I didn’t feel like cooking and arrived at the appointed time.  One of the items on the menu was a dish starring fresh, hand made wide noodle pasta, broth, and locally raised rabbit.  I had never tried rabbit before, heard it tastes like chicken, so I ordered it.

I was astounded at the flavor!  The chicken, er…rabbit, seemed to melt in my mouth.  I salivated over every bite.  The pasta and broth complemented the perfectly cooked meat for one of the best meals I had ever eaten.

mmm mmm good!

finger lickin’ good!

Then, I realized what day it was.  It was Easter Sunday.  Then, I thought about what I was eating.  OMG!  I was eating the Easter Bunny!  I heard millions of children giving a collective cry as I downed every last bite.
Now, some might think this is a total-take-back.  I mean, who wants to be known as the person who feasts on rabbit the one holy day fluffy bunnies are celebrated the world over?  For most people, you might be right.  For me, this was a no-take-back because, as it turns out, the Easter Bunny was DELICIOUS!
Thanks umalum! And to that I say:

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!

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Throw-Back-Monday: I Ruined Easter

Easter is fast approaching. It’s that time of year where retail stores spew forth obnoxious pastels and hordes of chocolate bunnies. They encourage traditions like gift giving in baskets filled with fake elastic grass and dyeing hard boiled breakfast nosh in an array of colors for decor. It has become the holiday where retail kings have made plastic egg hunting the order of the day.

Cheesy baskets and chocolate bunnies.

Cheesy baskets and chocolate bunnies.

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I Tested An APP – And I Liked It

Please know the following really isn’t an advertisement – it’s my version of a review. It’s about a recent no-take-back experience I had with an app. Just turns out I think the app is SUPER cool.

I have been on a journey. For the last 45 days or so I have been fortunate enough to embark on a self-imposed adventure and I’ve been using a life-logging app called SAGA to document it all. Yeah, I didn’t know what life-logging was either.

This winter I was selected by the creators of SAGA to be one of several excursionists. Essentially this meant I would test their app for one month while I went about my day to day business and my travels. My excursion specifically dealt with quirky roadside attractions and BBQ joints. How could it not?

I didn’t exactly understand what life-logging was when I signed on. Why would I care where I’ve been? I take pictures. I tweet. What could this app do that I couldn’t do through other things already? Boy, I was in for a surprise. Continue reading

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Throw-Back-Monday: Being Open

Experiencing four inches of snow while traveling in Pennsylvania last week has had me pining for sunshine and swimming pools a bit early this year, which always brings this favorite no-take-back to mind. Enjoy!

I can’t pinpoint exactly which summer it was, but it was summer and we were definitely in high school. Because all ridiculously mortifying experiences happen in those awkward years.

We were at my grandmother’s pool. We were playing monkey in the middle or keep away or whatever you want to call it. Darewood was in the middle with his crazy monkey arms that could basically get anything thrown within a ten foot radius (and I think Eric may have been there, too). Chelle was my partner in crime on the other side of the pool. Whatever we were throwing, it was in my hands.

Monkey in the middle.

Monkey in the middle.

Across the way, all 4 feet 11 inches of my bestie was jumping up and down trying to get my attention.  I could barely see her between Darewood’s height, huge head and crazy monkey arms. Finally I caught Chelle’s eye as Darewood moved to the side.

She was still jumping, but she looked kind of funny to me. Was it because she was so far away? Was it her height? Her hair? I couldn’t quite pinpoint what was off, but something was amiss. I heard her screaming, “I’m open! I’m open!” Right. I needed to throw it to her. And just as I’m about to toss the object her way, it clicks. Continue reading

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Throw-Back-Monday: My Grand Romantic Gesture

Today’s throw-back is a lesson in romantic gestures…

It was a school day, I remember that. We either didn’t have a class or it was during a break between them, but somehow we found time to go to the beach during the day. It was our favorite spot – good ole’ Tybee Island.

Our relationship as a couple was pretty new and still figuring itself out, but I knew it was time for a romantic gesture. When Clifford was in high school he worked at Atlanta Bread Company and when I came to Savannah, to me, ABC sandwiches were literally the greatest thing since sliced bread. I scraped enough money to buy us lunch and borrowed his Saturn to go pick it up. It was going to be a surprise after all, because what truly great romantic gestures aren’t surprises? Continue reading

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My Inside The Actor’s Studio Interview (if I had one)

Happy Friday, folks!

My cast member interview for Atlanta’s inaugural performance of Listen To Your Mother has been posted! You can read it here. Felt like I was sitting across from James Lipton, except I wasn’t answering the famous ten questions – oh, and I didn’t cry … well maybe on the inside.

For those of you who can’t wait for my official “Inside The Actor’s Studio” transcript, here you go: Continue reading

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Total-Take-Back: I Offended Superman At The Grocery Store

I was in the supermarket the other day, emerging from the soy milk aisle, when another cart halted just in time to prevent a colossal cart crash. I heard the person behind the cart make that squealing brake sound. You know, that “eeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrtttt”. Love this guy already. I always make the eeeeerrrrttt sound with my cart at the grocery store (even if it’s just in my head).

Anyway, standing there was this man that totally looked like a Con-goer stopping just in time with his little girl in the cart seat. I barely noticed because all I could see was the giant Superman shirt he had on.

It made me smile. Ok. It made me laugh. But not in a “I’m totally mocking you because I’m an unmitigated snob kind of way”, more like a chuckle that says “I’m a geek, too! I absolutely appreciate your awesome way of owning your stereotype, man!”

However, what I actually said out loud was, “heh, heh. Superman. Hey, way to save the day.”

It happened in a flash but it was long enough for me to process the dude’s eye roll and the penetrating disdain swallowing his face.

Wait! I think I may have offended the man. SO not what I was trying to do! I liked his shirt, it made me laugh, and he moved out of the way faster than a speeding bullet …

I had to clarify. As I walked away I threw out, “I like your shirt —- Superman.”

Yeah. So he looked pretty disgusted with me on all levels at that point as he stormed off toward the ice cream case.

Being misunderstood is pretty much a guaranteed total-take-back. And if you are out there reading this blog post -I’m sorry, Superman. I’m sorry I sounded like a condescending jerk. You actually made my day.

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Throw-Back-Monday: Howard Johnson – A Family Affair

Today’s throw-back is about how a hotel can be more than just a place to stay.

I’ve been travelling through Florida over the last week and a half, staying in a mix of hotels and stopping at a variety of kitschy cool tourist traps along the way.

Example:

The Fountain of Youth in St. Augustine, Florida

The Fountain of Youth in St. Augustine, Florida

As I had a chance to really appreciate my surroundings on this trip and take in the unique flavor of each, I noticed how every hotel has a mood. Every room has a certain feel to it when you open the door. The air is thicker or thinner, or has the faint smell of 20 year old cigarette smoke (even in a non-smoking room) mixed with Pleadge. And we all know how smells can evoke memories of days gone by…

I walked into my room in Boca Rotan and suddenly I was six years old walking into a room near Silver Dollar City (now Dollywood) in Pigeon Forge.  This was a Marriott, but it smelled just like my Dad’s favorite Howard Johnson nestled in the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. If I’d closed my eyes, I would have sworn it was 1985 all over again. Continue reading

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I Auditioned For Something (No Really, I Did)

Not a Throw-Back-Monday this week, but a big No-Take-Back.

I auditioned for something! Yeah. Me. I auditioned. I’m not the theater chick in the family, either. In fact, quite the contrary. Pretty much every production I’ve ever been in has ended in me doing something really stupid in front of the entire audience.

Cases in point:

Christmas pageant – I messed up the words to basically every song while singing loudly and extremely off key.

choir girl

I was no angel. I was murdering those songs.

 

Men In Black Senior Pep Rally Dance – I forgot the choreography in the middle of the song.

men in black

I guess maybe I did look like a blind KD Lang dancing to her own drum …?

Church talent show – again, I forgot the choreography, this time actually stopping and smacking my forehead so loudly it could be heard above the cassette music while heartily resonating throughout the sanctuary for all to hear.

talent show

Slapping the forehead – my infamous move.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m certainly dramatic, and I do thrive on congratulatory offerings from my peers, but performing in any way shape or form in front of a live audience was traumatic enough in my formative years, let alone at 34 years of age.

So here’s what happened. I wrote a post that reconnected me with a girl I met for just three hours over 16 years ago. Her name is Lovelyn Palm. In the course of our reconnection, she told me about a show that was coming to Atlanta – Listen To Your Mother. The sign up for auditions ended that very evening. I thanked her for sharing and of course checked it out. It looked really cool. There was also not a snowball’s chance of me signing up for that audition. It was already like 9PM and who knows if the sign up really went to midnight anyway?

But right when I was about to file it away into the “cool things I’d never attempt to do” folder, I had that feeling. Deep in the pit of my ever expanding stomach, I knew that if I didn’t at least put my name on that sign up, my entire blog would be a lie. This was the perfect example of doing something I’d never ordinarily do. This was a No-Take-Backs moment of epic proportions. I added my name.

Then – I had an audition. I had to write an essay for it regarding motherhood. I’m childless. The situation just went from bad to worse. It could be about any aspect of motherhood, but I was hardly an expert on the topic, but I wrote one anyway.

I got to choose my audition slot. It was at 9:45 AM. I was nervous. I wasn’t just reading other people’s words with feeling, I was having to read my words with feeling and in front of the co-producers: Jana Anthoine and Miranda Wicker.

It was my time. I walked in and it was like a scene from a hilarious yet awkward movie. There in front of me sat seriously the longest conference table I’d ever seen in my life. And yes, the producers were all the way at the other end. I actually asked if I needed to read from there and they said “No! No! Come on down!” with smiles. Whew. At least there were smiles.

Conference Table

Seriously.

So I sat across from them and read my piece. Jana and Miranda made it the most comfortable experience it could possibly be for the eight and a half minutes I was there. I appreciated that. We shared a laugh or two (they were so sweet). Then they thanked me and said they’d be in touch.

As I headed to the parking lot, I was so proud of what I’d done. I had put myself out there in an extremely unnerving scenario and lived to tell the tale. I’d done it. I had auditioned for something. One of the most exciting no-take-backs yet. You may not believe it, but this was a hard one for me, folks.

And the best part? I got cast.

You can check it out here. Buy a seat and come see me in April!

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