Having a Child Meant Imagining a New Way to Make Theater
I had to imagine an environment in which theater-making and parenting could not only coexist, but nourish and inform one another.
Yes, those are horses
The Art of Acting
OkayI like the color of the wall paint my husband chose for this room. It’s a very pale blue and is called Marilyn’s Dress. I like the grassy scent of the lanolin in the tube, the way it feels against my skin. I love my baby’s eyes, the ocean of them, the bits of gray.
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The body tells many stories—ones of solace and delight, indulgence and languishing, stories of ache, illness, love.
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It was a corny, educational joy, as if Bill Nye and Monty Python had teamed up to teach America how to cook.