When choosing a photo for this post, I decided to go with my shot of the marquee for Three Tall Women, currently dazzling audiences on Broadway. It’s Edward Albee’s meditation on his adoptive mother, but the conceit of the play also makes it a meditation on time. Three women appear to be possibly family- grandmother, mother, and daughter- or another relationship. They are revealed to be the same woman, at three different stages of her life, sharing the stage simultaneously. What would you say to your 60 hear old self? Or 90? Or 30? Or vice versa?
A small meditation on the theatre, and the passage of time, struck me the past couple of days. It was my slightly exhausting but satisfying pleasure to help organize and helm a high school drama festival. In addition to school performances, students got to attend workshops on everything from Stanislavski to Stage Combat to the Song as Monologue. An old friend of mine from early musical theatre days at the University of Toronto led the Song as Monologue class. It was wonderful to have her involved, and I know the students benefited from her experience.
Thinking back to how long ago we first met each other on stage, I asked her if she ever thought that, all these years later, we’d be…. I started to say “still connected by theatre”, but she cut me off, and finished the sentence with one word: “…old??”

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