Listen To Your Mother When It’s Over
“The mission of each LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER production is to take the audience on a well-crafted journey
that celebrates and validates mothering through giving voice to motherhood
–in all of its complexity, diversity, and humor–in the form of original readings performed live on-stage by their authors.” – LTYM
This Mother’s Day I read my original work on Madison’s Barrymore stage for the 5th Anniversary Listen To Your Mother show.
But first I had to get to dressed. I’ve never dressed for the stage, unless you count cap and gown.
I have at least two dresses which would have suited the occasion but instead I decided to make a statement while making my statement. I went big. Years ago my mother-in-law gifted me this heavily beaded ball skirt which I have never worn.
Dramatic and heavy and full and full of meaning, I hoped its sparkle would illuminate the stage, its weight would temper my stride and heart rate, and its wearing would honor my mother-in-law. I just had to shorten the lining and buy a plain white tee.
Though not the most flattering silhouette, I wore it with a smile and a nod to Sharon Stone.
Here are some of my fellow cast mates prepping their own finery plus more shots from backstage:
Backstage was fun, easy, electric, terrifying. One minute we were eating baba gahnoush and swapping tattoo histories and the next we were in the wings, cotton-mouthed and gorgeous. Floating on the applause of our sisters, friends and lovers, we arrived on stage and the celebration began.
When it was over I felt crazed and intensely single-minded: get thee to thy children. It had been five-and-a-half hours since I had seen Farrah Star, the longest she and I have ever been separated. I needed her and I needed to also lay hands on my son. The lobby was a sea of smiles and shoulders and I pushed past all of them all using my giant studded skirt as shield. (I’m sorry.) Finally outside, I saw Kris parking the car and I exhaled. Floating on the passion of my motherhood, I arrived at the backseat and the celebration began.
Thank you Ann, Becky, Darcy, Danielle and my fellow cast mates, each of whom lit a unique and everlasting spark on that stage that Sunday. I am eager to share my reading here and will post a transcript along with the YouTube recording as soon as it becomes available.
Thanks to you Ann Imig, for giving motherhood a megaphone. See you at next year’s auditions!