Finding Magic with Peter and the Starcatcher

PATSC logoThere’s something about the theater that is so full of magic. I’ve always felt that way and no matter how old I get or how many shows I’m lucky enough to see, I’ll never stop being excited. I’ve never in my life been to the theater and regretted going. I feel very blessed to not only live in a place with amazing local theater but also to live a short BART ride away from San Francisco and the amazing live theater it hosts.

The only thing that makes the magic of the theater even more magical is when the show itself is full of its own magic, like Peter and the Starcatcher, which is currently playing at the Curran Theater in San Francisco. More

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Remembering A Wrinkle In Time

It was a dark and stormy night.

It’s a legendary line that has been used in books since 1830. But for me I associate that line with what was one of my favorite books in childhood.

I was in the 4th grade the first time I read those words in the opening paragraph of Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time.  It’s the first book in her famous science fiction series and was published in 1962. I was 9 years old when the first time I was instantly drawn into the world of Meg Murray. Maybe it was because we shared the same name. Or maybe because I felt like a misfit a lot of time, the same as Meg. Maybe I adored this book because it was about time and space and things I loved. And maybe, just maybe, I loved it simply because for once I was reading an adventure sci-fi book where the lead character, was a girl.

Whatever the reason, in those first few pages I was drawn into a world that would forever change my life. More

Visiting Santa

My memories of going to see Santa when I was a kid pretty much all revolve around one place, the mall. Growing up here in the Tri-Valley there was pretty much one place to see Santa (and pretty much the only place to do your shopping as well) and that was Stoneridge Mall. My memories of Santa’s Village right there in the middle of the mall are of the beautiful Santa’s Village full of mechanical reindeer, elves and Santa’s cottage. And so much fluffy white fake snow it could make you go blind of your stared too long. And of course very long lines that stretched out as far as the eye could see.

Everything a trip to see Santa is supposed to be. More

Early Signs of Fall

The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

Last night I went grocery shopping, alone. Since summer vacation began in June there have been very few times that I have been out running errands alone and it was a nice break. I listened to what I wanted to, had the music up as loud as I wanted and was able to walk around the grocery store leisurely perusing my shopping list and going at my own pace. It was nice. I know, the things that we enjoy as adults are pretty simple.
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Friday Round-Up

What a busy week! I was lucky enough to have my niece and brother come visit for a few days which led to some fun days in the sun and some very tired kiddos. But I managed to get some work done also and since I’m making a real effort to start posting regularly on my blog again, I’m going back to doing my Friday Round-up of places I was writing this week!

Over at Life360:

Over on SheHeroes:

Have a great weekend!

Chris Isaak Beneath the Stars at Wente

Believe it or not my very first concert was The Monkees and Weird Al Yankovic. I know, kind of weird, except I’ll put good money on the fact that at least a few of you will read this and say “Me too!” Because it was a pretty popular tour that year. I was in the third grade and a pretty avid Monkees fan (thanks Nick ay Night) so when they came around my parents took us. This would be the beginning of a very passionate and life-long love for live music. More

Wise Words for Wednesday

 

All religions will pass, but this will remain: simply sitting in a chair and looking in the distance. ~V.V. Rozanov

 

 

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