Sometime in the end of last century between scenes, tea and biscuits I had a conversation with Reverend Tyler Strand, who played the role of my husband in a Neil Simon production. "Why theatre, Tyler?" I asked, "why not bowling or hang gliding or chess?". "Because theatre gives you a chance for personal growth", he answered, and I think he nailed it beautifully.
Some of my lines in this play have made me tearful again and again and in order to deliver them I have been forced to do some serious soul searching. What is it in these sentences that make me cry? I have not found the answer yet.
As my character Vi tries to make peace with her daughter and herself, I have been asking myself: am I ok with my near and dear ones if I had to dance the last dance?