Please bear with me as I am having
my own Sally Fields moment.
Yesterday morning I awakened to no
call about “It Runs in the Family.” I figured,
well, the woman might have thought I was
marvelous, but the Director must have
thought differently. No role.
It was a weird, slightly sad feeling.
I had wiped away tears on the train the day before, waiting
restlessly for the call which was supposed to
come on Sunday. I even wrote in my notebook,
“What are these tears about?”
They are most reminiscent, I think, to the months
and months and months when I experienced infertility.
All that time “trying” and “doing everything right
with no results” – it was a horrible time for me. My
recent period of auditioning and getting parts I didn’t
want… or not auditioning when perhaps it would
have been wise to audition… or auditioning and
getting no call at all… had left me feeling sore, sad
and very similar to how I felt when I was infertile.
It was a barren, unattractive, somehow-I-must-be-
not-quite-a-woman feeling.
Fast forward to the afternoon and there I stood with Mom,
having a day akin to a Treasure Trove. We were standing
side by side overlooking the Dana Point
watching the boats coming in when my cell phone
rang from an unfamiliar number.
“Hmmmm, I wonder?” I thought.
It was Rob Long, “It Runs in the Family” Director. He
had an offer for me.
Rosemary. The philandering David’s wife. I heard
myself saying “Sure, that sounds like a blast. I
would love to do it!”
So it took a while to get the perfect part this time – and
once again I am fulfilling goals almost inadvertently. I
have come full circle and will be up on the boards at
Stars Dinner Theatre in a month and a day.
Ahhhh – yes. Life is grand.
