Friday December 7, 2018
Taking Your Child to Work, When Your Job is Making Theatre
The New York Times
It was winter and the city was cloaked in grey. I rode the streetcar to and from the theatre. This was supposed to be everything I worked for, everything I wanted. Here is was, and yet, I couldn’t get the sinking feeling out of my chest, out of my throat, out of my heart. Was this the dream I worked so hard for? Was this worth everything? It was winter and it tasted like coffee from Dark Horse and cashews and raisins from a Ziploc bag.