Doors Behind, Roads Ahead

Doors Behind, Roads Ahead
The end of December is a time of introspection for many of us, on both a personal level and also of the world at large.  We look at all our wonderful times of the past year: the accomplishments we made, the places and events we experienced, and the magnificent people we’ve shared them all with.  We also throw a cautious glance at the moments that were not as wonderful – the painful instances and losses we had to endure –  in the hopes that there was some significance to the suffering.  We then take our pencils out and start jotting down our new “resolutions”… what we will do more of, do less of, or simply do better in the coming year ahead.

This past year was a difficult one for me.  Everything seemed like it was going so well as the year began.  So many of the goals I had set out for myself those decades past were finally falling in line.  I felt relaxed; I felt happy.  I was ready to tackle the world…. THIS WOULD BE MY YEAR.

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Comédie et Tragédie

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Earlier this month I went to see the final dress rehearsal of “Evita” at Circle Theatre.  My friend Todd Lewis is playing Juan Perón in the wonderful production, but starring as Evita is Jolene Frankey, a woman I was doing a show with exactly twenty years ago.  She was but a little girl in that show, and now she’s a grown woman, a mother and a superb singer and performer.  To me it does not feel like that much time has passed… it’s startling.  (Oh, and Todd isn’t so bad, either.)

It brought my thoughts since then back to that time.  It was a critical point in my life.  Through those five years of experiences I was able to enjoy life and conquer some of my innermost demons… but it came to an abrupt, painful end.

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Ode to a Simple Household Cat

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All of my life I’ve been a dog person.

That’s mostly because that is what I had as pets all of my life.  I had one the instant I was born.  Shadow, a German Shepherd, was already part of the family as I began my life.  My brother and I spent our childhood with that big dog, running around the yard, fetching tennis balls and sticks, exploring the backyard woods, and he was always tough yet gentle.  He was trusting and kind to everyone, even to the point of enduring pain – a group of teenagers from the nearby junior high once put out their cigarettes on his head, and he did nothing to them.  But as we got older and faster, he got older and slower. Arthritis crept into his bones and made life difficult for him.  The day we had to put him down was one of the harder days of my youth.

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