Today I’m going to boast about my family. Yes, things in the world are even more dire today than they were last week. The stunning hypocrisy of the religious right in the States is nauseating, enraging – forcing poor women to carry babies they often don’t want and can’t afford, while showing no interest at all in living children. Loathsome. When the marches start, I’ll be there.
But it’s summer and roses scent the world. So I’ll try not to elevate my blood pressure by thinking of horrors. Instead, I’ll think about triumphs.
Edgar didn’t tell me, I found out from Anna, that he recently won a prestigious award. The Victor Shargai Leadership Award (VSLA) recognizes individuals, groups, or institutions whose outstanding service and creative leadership have strengthened the Washington, DC-area theatre community.
The one with the tattoos is my boy.
Anyone who wants to contribute is invited to write to firstname.lastname@example.org. He’ll be grateful.
Out of the blue, I just started singing one of the loveliest songs from one of my favourite musicals, Chorus Line:
Love is never gone
As we travel on
Love’s what we’ll remember
And point me toward tomorrow
We did what we had to do
Won’t forget, can’t regret