When I saw that SCOTUS legalized marriage for everyone, a smile broke across my face. I read the tweets documenting this historical moment with glee and pride. But, even though I retweeted a good amount, I didn’t tweet anything of my own. My profile picture remained clear of a rainbow filter.
As you might know, I am a christian, and come from a conservative home. Despite all the ways that my family and church experience does not conform with stereotypes, there are those in my circle that do not view the verdict with a smile. Mostly though, we avoid the subject. Continue reading Wearing Rainbow Tinted Glasses
If this play’s title had a subtitle, it would be “…But Does It Really?” After my first reading, I remember being thoroughly confused, frustrated, and disgusted at the trite simplistic ending, where perfect Helena ends up with the seemingly unrepentant scumbucket Bertram.
However, coming back to it several years later (and I’d like to think moderately wiser, at least in terms of Shakespeare), this play intrigued me. It really is such a bizarre little thing, that I don’t know how to articulate what it is or exactly how I feel about it, aside from perplexed. Continue reading Summer Reading: All’s Well That Ends Well
3 months of anxiety, 2 weeks of nightmares, 3 days of nausea, 2 sleepless nights, and 6 hours of hyperventilating.
Now, she lies on the floor as deep husky voice tells her to feel her muscles lengthen and loosen and fall through the floor for the last 15 minutes before she must abandon her sanctuary. But instead of dropping through the floor, images of dropped lines flood her mind bringing a tide of anxiety and nausea and nightmares and hyperventilating.
Trying to regain composure, her roommate’s question rings in her ears: Don’t you find it ironic that something called a “play” is ruining your life?
Reading the introduction, this book scared me. Within the opening pages, Rachel Held Evans captured my doubts, fears, and hurts regarding church and God more succinctly and confidently than I ever could.
Reading this book has held a mirror up to my own life (spiritual and secular), and while I have not always liked or understood what it has shown me, it is a reflection I need to examine.
Continue reading Summer Reading: Searching for Sunday
Almost exactly a year ago, a friend mentioned that the Harrisburg Shakespeare Company, that I’d only vaguely heard mentioned, was doing a free performance of Antony and Cleopatra. I may have only seen a smidgen over the first half due to a thunderstorm, but in those 80 minutes, Gamut Theatre Group–and all the lovely people within it–caught my attention and my heart.
Continue reading A Year with Gamut
“Escuchame–don’t you dare waste this. Your papi and I didn’t travel this far for you to daydream and throw this away. Ya?”
“Of course, Mother.”
“That’s my Mira.”
But she was afraid, so during recess, while the gringos played and chatted, Mira hid in the book alcove, listening to her teacher make a phone call.
“So, I’ve got an illegal immigrant to deal with… I know! I’m not an a language teacher and I have 24 students already… It absolutely will end in disaster. She’ll fall behind, act out, drop out… Integrating these kids, it’s just a waste.”
Despite popular belief, there are a handful of Shakespeare plays that I have neither read nor seen–that is changing this summer in preparation for my upcoming adventure at Mary Baldwin College.
First on that list is Two Gentlemen of Verona. Coming into the play, I had some minor knowledge about the plot–something about love and betrayal–and had used one of Speed’s monologues as an audition piece (I know, bad form to take a monologue out of context and fail to get the whole story, oh well).
Continue reading Summer Reading: Two Gentlemen of Verona by Shakespeare