Before I applied to bring Listen to Your Mother to Sacramento, my thoughts were consumed by the end of the journey… the night when everything would come together on stage and the audience would be swept away in the stories I knew were just waiting to be told.
Having been a part of the LTYM San Francisco cast, I remember the audience’s response… I remember the tears and the laughter. I remember the joy on their faces after the show.
As time passed, my focus shifted to the submissions that filled our inboxes…the funny, the heartbreaking and the uplifting.
This past weekend, those stories came to life in our audition room at ThinkHouse Collective, each one a gift laid before us.
I knew that the weekend would be overwhelming. I knew that gratitude would buoy me and I knew that the stories would climb inside me and become a part of who I am.
What I didn’t realize would be so powerful and what I held onto last night as I struggled with the weight of choosing our cast, was the tremendous gratitude I would feel for Margaret, my beautiful co-producer and co-director.
We spent eighteen hours there in that room, side by side at the long table. She made me laugh, passed me the tissues before I had to reach for them and hugged me when she knew that I needed one so desperately.
Though our friendship formed long before our Listen to Your Mother, Sacramento journey began, this shared experience is one of my life’s greatest joys.
As the sunlight faded and we began to make what still feel like nearly impossible choices, I was so incredibly grateful to have her there with me.
I can’t imagine a moment of this without you, Margaret. Thank you, thank you, thank you.