Living on the Edge evolved into a glimpse into my life, the part I don't really want to "talk" about. Little press releases. No comment.
Then, ahhhh (full exhale), I'm free to be me again. (full inhale) and now I want to "talk", have conversations about the things that matter to those I'm blessed to have in my life, many of whom annoy (or bore) the crap out of each other.
My family types don't always "get" my theatre colleagues. My theatre colleagues really don't give a damn about laundry or easy, impromptu entertaining. Neither of those groups care much about the newest technology in skin care, my quest to simplify everything wardrobe and makeup, and my "Go to Europe with a toothbrush and a credit card concept".
So what to do with an unwieldy blog? Break off into new ones, activate some not so new ones and make a guest list for each party. Yea. An action step.
Next post: Back to the future.
Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
The Trailer
The movie is on its way to Cannes to be considered for competition. Wish us luck.
'Il Bambino' Trailer Cannes Film Festival from waistworks@gmail.com on Vimeo.
see it in HD
'Il Bambino' Trailer Cannes Film Festival from waistworks@gmail.com on Vimeo.
see it in HD
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Over the edge
A couple of weeks ago, one of my very favorite people decided to shoot a movie, with me as an actress. Did it, and had very much fun. It's a Drama. Stay tuned for more details..
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Bat Boy props featured in Virginian Pilot
See it early, see it often, bring your friends.
No host bar!
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
Monday, August 29, 2005
The saga continues
Whew. It's been eight months since the house fire. We're still in our temporary home. The burned house hasn't been worked on in almost six weeks, unless you count some guy with a weed eater cutting the grass in mid August.
Other than that, my wardrobe is coming along nicely. Problem is I keep changing shape. Hmmm. Accessorize!!
This projects I'm working on and the folks I'm hanging (and lurking) out with are turning out to be a "defining moment" Dr. Phil has spoken so eloquently about.
Difference is, I know it. And I like it. Can't wait to see who I'll turn out to be this time.
I'm smilin', my eyes are sparkling. Woo Hoo!!
Tomorrow we're ordering the kitchen!
Other than that, my wardrobe is coming along nicely. Problem is I keep changing shape. Hmmm. Accessorize!!
This projects I'm working on and the folks I'm hanging (and lurking) out with are turning out to be a "defining moment" Dr. Phil has spoken so eloquently about.
Difference is, I know it. And I like it. Can't wait to see who I'll turn out to be this time.
I'm smilin', my eyes are sparkling. Woo Hoo!!
Tomorrow we're ordering the kitchen!
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Queasy still
The kitchen needs to be ordered. Everytime I look at the plans my stomach knots up and I feel like I want to cry. Think I don't like it? Yeah.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
That queasy feeling
Work has stopped on the house. It's half demolished, stuff is still in it. The contractor and the insurance guy are making me nervous. Have a meeting today. Wish me luck.
here are a few pictures. I'm trying flickr
here are a few pictures. I'm trying flickr
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Back to Real Life
Got a phone that actually works after several tries. What a joy. Just my opinion but Circuit City's Verge isn't worth the bargain basement price. I (am not technically challenged by any means) couldn't figure out how to hang up after completing a call. The sound quality was painful to listen to and no one recognized my voice.
Got a Panasonic. Love it.
Got a Panasonic. Love it.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Grace and gratitude.
It's been a month today.
A surreal, odd month. From homeless - only for a few hours while Man, woman, boy, dog and two cats were all piled into the station wagon with a bag of groceries and a cell phone - to here, the home place of one of our neighbors three blocks from Elwood.
The journey has been a test of (and testament to) my last four years of coach training. Knowing that how I think about this, the words I use, the actions I choose are important, have kept me focused and grateful.
I know what grace is, first hand. It humbles me.
A surreal, odd month. From homeless - only for a few hours while Man, woman, boy, dog and two cats were all piled into the station wagon with a bag of groceries and a cell phone - to here, the home place of one of our neighbors three blocks from Elwood.
The journey has been a test of (and testament to) my last four years of coach training. Knowing that how I think about this, the words I use, the actions I choose are important, have kept me focused and grateful.
I know what grace is, first hand. It humbles me.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Phase II...Gypsy no more.
We're moving into our home for the next few months this morning. No more commuting. Can you hear that sound? It's RAM space being freed!
Sunday, January 30, 2005
My great neighbors.
As I leaned against my car watching the house burn, people started to gather.
The morning of the fire it was cold in the house. School was out because of the weather. I had dressed in layers and put a big terry robe over everything. I had on socks, but no shoes.
Virginia took in my son, keeping him warm and safe. Someone, I still don't know who, brought me a pair of shoes. Eva brought me a coat, a box of tissues and some chapstick.
A TV reporter offered her cell phone and to call the Red Cross. Susan took me directly to the insurance office and then to the bank.
I felt blessed, and grateful.
The morning of the fire it was cold in the house. School was out because of the weather. I had dressed in layers and put a big terry robe over everything. I had on socks, but no shoes.
Virginia took in my son, keeping him warm and safe. Someone, I still don't know who, brought me a pair of shoes. Eva brought me a coat, a box of tissues and some chapstick.
A TV reporter offered her cell phone and to call the Red Cross. Susan took me directly to the insurance office and then to the bank.
I felt blessed, and grateful.
Purge by Fire
About noon, January 20, I had come downstairs to check my email and wake up my sleeping son. I heard a noise upstairs. Something crashing. My first thought was, bad dog. But there he was looking toward the noise too. Intruder?
As I started through the utility room, I saw blue smoke curling around the fluorescent lights. Damn it. What's broken now?
Halfway up the steps I saw black. Black like I've never seen. It had an energy, it seemed alive and threatening. I started up and felt the heat ... Heard the roar and bam ... Adrenaline is a wonderful thing.
I grabbed the portable phone and called 911, waked Ben, grabbed the fire extinguisher. By then (about 60 seconds later) the black cloud was moving down the steps. I shot the fire extinguisher once and realize this was futile.
Grab the costumes, find my keys, get the dog. Call Babe the cat ... Babe. I couldn't find Babe.
The firemen arrived. Get out of there...Put the dog on a lead, move the car....
The windows blew out. Find the cat...He's blind... I left. Put the dog in the car....Moved the car...Moved the car again....Find Ben.
Ben. OK. Lovely in purple surfer shorts with silver lightening bolts, a tee shirt and his sleeping bag. But safe.
Watch life as I knew it go up in smoke. Watch my list of someday projects come tumbling onto the lawn in a sooty smoking heap. Stay present. Stay in the moment. Know that this too is perfect.
As I started through the utility room, I saw blue smoke curling around the fluorescent lights. Damn it. What's broken now?
Halfway up the steps I saw black. Black like I've never seen. It had an energy, it seemed alive and threatening. I started up and felt the heat ... Heard the roar and bam ... Adrenaline is a wonderful thing.
I grabbed the portable phone and called 911, waked Ben, grabbed the fire extinguisher. By then (about 60 seconds later) the black cloud was moving down the steps. I shot the fire extinguisher once and realize this was futile.
Grab the costumes, find my keys, get the dog. Call Babe the cat ... Babe. I couldn't find Babe.
The firemen arrived. Get out of there...Put the dog on a lead, move the car....
The windows blew out. Find the cat...He's blind... I left. Put the dog in the car....Moved the car...Moved the car again....Find Ben.
Ben. OK. Lovely in purple surfer shorts with silver lightening bolts, a tee shirt and his sleeping bag. But safe.
Watch life as I knew it go up in smoke. Watch my list of someday projects come tumbling onto the lawn in a sooty smoking heap. Stay present. Stay in the moment. Know that this too is perfect.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Big Changes for us
Change begins with an ending. Change ends with a new beginning.
January 28, 2005
Dear Friends and Family,
As you may have heard, our house burned last week as a result of an electrical panel short. (WAVY chopper photo here) It was fast, destructive and shocking. My son and I were at home at the time, therefore we were able to call 911 and an amazingly short time later, the Norfolk fire department was there. They stopped the fire as it was entering the first floor, protected my books and furniture with plastic and were diligent into the night making sure that the fire did not rekindle.
Our insurance coverage is very good and the company representatives have been wonderful. We're warm and safe in a suite type motel and we'll be moving into a temporary home next week just blocks from our house. So, a little inconvenience now, but in the end, we'll be in a completely rebuilt house, redesigned just for us.
I feel so blessed to have so many people in my life who have made so many warm and generous offers to help. I will be forever grateful to them for their support when the going got tough and for their thoughts and prayers. They were heard and felt by us all.
Next week, I'll be resuming my coaching practice, my husband is back to work and normal life will resume. I'm looking forward to that!
So dear friends, check your policy...if you don't have good coverage, I can't suggest strongly enough that you upgrade to the max. I hope you'll never need to know how much peace of mind you'll receive knowing that everything's going to be just fine.
All the best,
Donna
Donna Dickerson
Life Stylist
Friday, January 07, 2005
Living on the Edge
Living on the Edge
Theater, live! It always amazes me that some folk would rather create drama off stage than on. What a waste of time and energy.
My new year's resolution....retire from being a volunteer. It's become a drain on my talent, my time and it's no longer serving me. I'm done.
It's time to stop playing with people who aren't any fun, don't share their toys and don't play well with others. Life's too short.
Theater, live! It always amazes me that some folk would rather create drama off stage than on. What a waste of time and energy.
My new year's resolution....retire from being a volunteer. It's become a drain on my talent, my time and it's no longer serving me. I'm done.
It's time to stop playing with people who aren't any fun, don't share their toys and don't play well with others. Life's too short.
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