The wonder of Shaina Taub
Writing and composing and starring in her own show
The contents of which are
Empowering and moving and uplifting and infuriating
The weaving of stories of so many women
Daring to tackle intersectionality
Daring women to take up space
Daring women to swear
You don’t want it to end
You want the storytelling to keep going
Show us where we are today
We’re still fighting
For autonomy over our bodies
Our paychecks
Our very existence
Produced by Hilary Clinton and Malala Yousafzai
Remember meeting Malala in London
What a life she has led
Could she ever have imagined she would produce a musical about women’s suffrage?!
Musical theatre royalty on the stage
Being awed and humbled and inspired by it all

I finally finished 
Barbra's 48-hour long audiobook
I didn't want it to end
It was astonishing 
Fascinating
Infuriating 
Even at the height of her career
The unrelenting sexism
But the people she met
The projects she worked on
The songs she sang 
The relationships she had 
Extraordinary 

The joy of finding a fascinating book
In a thrift store
(The Suicide Index by Joan Wickersham
Heartbreaking, moving, beautifully crafted)
The satisfaction of scoring, and, later, peeling roasted chestnuts
Trying escargot for the first time
Devouring fresh lobstah so flavorful it doesn’t even need butter
Two helpings of cake for dessert and
Snuggles with an elderly gent of a puppy

​What a thrill to see
Hansol Jung’s new play at the
New York Theatre Workshop
The utter delight of a well written play that is
Belly laugh funny
Heart achingly biting
Edgy yet comforting
The joy of outstanding performances
Under clever direction by Leigh Silverman
Satisfying, thrilling, phenomenal play going

Getting to spend an evening with
Two of life’s most brilliant wonderful exuberant women
And their lovely friends
And celebrating their art and
Eating good food
Followed by hot chocolate spiced with cinnamon and chili
And heading home
With a very full heart

I’ve sung your songs for years
Read the stories in your words
Been moved to tears
Processed grief
And today I got to meet you
And tell you how much your music has meant
And you smiled and were so lovely
And it made my heart feel warm

The thrill of being able to support my friends
The joy of having friends who are creative
And out there doing the thing
And making work
And telling stories
In such moving and lovely ways

The thrill of being at Lincoln center
On a balmy summer night
To catch a new opera
Octavia L Butler’s Parable of the Sower
The thrill of live music
Gorgeously sung and played
The power of a carefully positioned light
The power of bodies in space
The power of storytelling
The power of a narrator who can speak to the audience and comment on the action within and outside the literal and figurative walls
And bring the play
Written thirty years ago and set next year
To the immediacy of today
Post apocalyptic America
And still we sing.