How VERY Dare She
The Smile
It's tax time AND when tax time comes around...I think of this story. This story happened. To me. ...a couple of years ago. Right after it happened, I was compelled to unravel it by writing about it. A year ago around this time (tax time, of course), I pulled it out, wrote a forward, then I passed it onto someone in my professional life to read, and they told me not to put it up...so I did not…and I don’t regret it BUT I do regret not listening to my own opinion first. BUT all in all the marination was…
What Am I Gonna Do With This Tired Old Heart?
“I think I’m landing in a sort of…is it loneliness? I don’t know. I don’t what this grief tunnel is like. I don’t know how to frame my life anymore. I know that every day feels like a week…and that by the time I go to bed…I feel like…the morning was…I can’t even remember when it started. And it’s not bad. I don’t mind that time is longer than it seems…than it is…’cause I know it’s all gonna crunch at the end…and run out. I guess I’m kind of beginning the dark floundering of what it means to be me…
How Bob Fosse Gave Me A Panic Attack and the Invincible Summer
OH MY GOD!!! TORONTO!! WASN’T TODAY JUST A GIFT FROM THE BABY JESUS!?!? I wrote the following thoughts before I woke up, walked out on my balcony…and discovered that it was 16 friggen degrees. 16 degrees on March 6th, 2022. THE ENTIRE POPULATION OF TORONTO ONLY NEEDED A LIN MANUEL MIRANDA SOUNDTRACK TO MAKE TODAY A MUSICAL. The people of this city were literally dancing, running, riding, singing, and spinning out their front doors and along the lakeshore, through the parks, along Queen Street, onto the patios...and I saw at least 14 pairs of shorts before I made it to…
I Know Him…Not At ALL: An ODE to the Emotionally Unavailable Musical Theatre Leading Man
So, after an almost twenty years of NOT, tonight, I put on a mixed-song musical theatre playlist to orchestrate the end of my evening. 2022 seems to be starting off as harsh as a rusty razor blade that you grabbed by accident while rooting around in the medicine cabinet for a stray Advil...400mg...and I thought maybe listening to a musical of some sort would bolster my flagging spirit. You see, humans, musical theatre and me had a bit of a breakup/breakdown situation occur around that same twenty years ago, and my brightly-coloured collection of cassette tapes went into a covered…
And Just Like That…I Was Fairly Furious…and Exhausted.
And Just Like That… Season 1 Episode 6 Written by Rachna Fruchbom Directed by Cynthia Nixon Moment 31:30 For Context: Carrie has come with her friend/realtor, Seema Patel, to her parent’s Diwali Celebration. Carrie finds herself in a conversation with Seema’s parents in which she discovers Seema has made up a fake boyfriend named Dennis who is always away with Doctor’s Without Borders. The Patel’s pump Carrie for information about Dennis… Seema’s Mother: I’m beginning to wonder is she embarrassed of her boyfriend or embarrassed of her parents? Seema’s Father: So Carrie, tell us, is it him, or us? Carrie:…
Seven Years Ago In Mexico. Cartels, Food Poisoning and Valium.
This picture was taken seven years ago today. I put it up on the FACEBOOK today, planning on just writing a little note to go along with it…then…well, as we all know…life sometimes has other plans and I wrote most of the whole sordid tale of my month in Mexico. I think I needed a laugh and a reminder of olden days…in that order. It’s kinda wild to think that THIS was seven years ago…forever and yesterday, right? Anyhow, the post got quite a big response, and I received a lot of messages. I didn’t expect that at all. Well,…
Merry F***ing Christmas 2021 – Luck and Bad Balls
One year ago, I moved into my new place. One year ago today, to be exact. It’s a bit staggering to me that a whole year has passed, but in terms of where we are at globally with this friggen pandemic, seemingly not passed at all. But the following word jumble is NOT about the pandemic…ish…it’s about fucking Christmas. I hope that “fuck” does not scare you off. So, as of TODAY today? I’m laying in my bed, all comfy in fresh sheets, if not a bit sweaty from wrestling the fitted sheet on my Tempurpedic mattress because about fourty…
What Did YOU Learn in 2020? A Meditation.
“Sharron, what do you think was the most important thing you learned this year…within the pandemic…with your trip into the forest and your cross country trip…just within it all?” Last week, I had an absolute life affirming blast during an interview with Shoshana Sperling and Lisa Brooke (you can find it at @orangeisthenewparkdale on INSTAGRAM). It happened at an exact moment in my life when I REALLY needed to feel affirmed. Like really really. You never really know when life is gonna hand you a left turn of the fucked-up description. Somedays, you guys, it feels like I’ve taken ten…
Stephen Sondheim. <3
While I sit my apartment, drinking two fingers of MEDICINAL scotch, listening to the act one finale of Sunday in the Park with George for the 28th time, I KNOW I’m not the only fan of Sondheim who has felt compelled to sit down, and write about how this man changed their life. There is a bit of poetry in knowing I’m one of a million people writing their stories tonight, and though THAT VERY comforted me, it almost kept me from continuing to write…that fact and the following ghosts that are hovering in and around me: The ghost of…
The Short, Sexy and Incredibly True Story of my Plant (some men) and Me
THIS is my orchid. Very late last night, just before I went to bed, wearing slippers, underwear and a sweatshirt, I YOUTUBED it and staked her. To be clear, I was wearing the outfit, not my orchid...obviously. Just after the staking, from said bed, I ordered proper plant clips, but till they arrive, I lent her mine. Cute bangs, right? Given to me by Dave Campbell and Tim Webb after I sang at their 25th anniversary, I’ve had this orchid for just over three years. They gifted it to me the night I sang at their party, which was…