There are many factors that have affected where I have chosen to go to school and why. One major consideration of Johnny and me is monetary. Our various degrees (an MFA and BFA for him, a BA, an MA in a … Continue reading
It was a fantastic weekend in the life of this couple, “Married to the Stage.” I was able to visit my husband for the first time in three weeks, received a huge, adorable teddy bear for Valentine’s Day, and ate … Continue reading
Well, the wait is over. Or perhaps this is only the beginning. I received my first acceptance into a PhD program last week. Here is the story: I was rushing into a meeting for the show I am dramaturging at … Continue reading
“Winter is coming.” Or, well, it is already here. As I type this, my cell phone keeps vibrating with DC text alerts warning of a “winter storm,” anticipating 2 to 4 inches. I have just … Continue reading
Sometimes, being married to the stage takes you to strange places and leaves you with more than just enhanced party skills. Johnny, for example, has always wanted to learn woodworking, creating items such as pens on a lathe. Fortunately, during … Continue reading
Not long ago, my aunt observed me knitting away and asked where I had learned the skill. “Well, when you work in other centuries, you just pick things up,” I replied. She laughed, but it’s true. When spending so much … Continue reading
Being “married to the stage” is one thing when one partner is the actor and the other the bookish dramaturg, as is the case with Johnny and myself. It is quite another when both partners are performers essentially striving for … Continue reading
“Married to the Stage” can be stressful. Contrary to popular opinion, when both partners try to weave their careers around the trials and travesties that occur onstage, having a successful relationship, such as a marriage, offstage can be rather difficult. … Continue reading
My husband may live in an imaginary village, but we both belong to the category of ‘imaginary friends.’ Recently, I sat down to chat with a kindergartner and his almost-three-year-old sister, who likes to have pretend tea parties with ‘Ms. … Continue reading
My husband lives in an imaginary village. A shire, to be exact. He works in another century, too, and has for the past three years. Currently, he is living in the year 1590 in the 35-acre Shire of Mount Hope, … Continue reading
My husband moves better in high heels than I do. I came to this realization about a year before we were married, during our studies in the School of Theatre at Penn State University. My husband completed his Masters of Fine … Continue reading
“Honey, I don’t think I can go to the next level. I just don’t see myself going higher here.” “It’s okay, my love. I support you.” This was a conversation I had several weeks ago with my husband of nearly … Continue reading