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Earlier this week I acknowledged an anniversary. It was a date I wish I could have skipped, but as it does every year, January 7 arrived.

[insert squiggly Wayne’s World flashback effect here]

I was at the rehearsal studios for American Musical Theatre San Jose, waiting for my first crew meeting to start. A woman approached me and introduced herself as “Val.” She was very petite. Tiny. I think she could maybe reach the 4’9″ on the colorful ruler on a convenience store door jamb. She made me feel welcome instantly and calmed my anxious anticipation about joining the wardrobe crew and becoming a full-fledged theatre geek. I loved how short she was! For the first time ever, I felt statuesque at 5’1″.

keep reading My little friend

For some people, memories are triggered by a song, a scent, or something they see. But it’s weather that conjures all sorts of memories and emotions for me. Rain and fog remind me of a much sadder time in my life, and those memories put me in a somber mood. The odd thing is, that I was living in a fog in 2002, so I’m not sure how I am able to recall what happened four years ago with such clarity.

keep reading Thinking about the weather