We are excited to welcome back Liza Hyatt. Liza was in our inaugural cast in 2013 and read a lovely compilation of poetry about her mother. This year she reads a story about being a mom and letting go. Liza is the author of The Mother Poems (Chatter House Press, 2014), Under My Skin, (WordTech Editions, 2012), Seasons of the Star Planted Garden (Stonework Press, 1999), and Stories Made of World (Finishing Line Press, 2013).
Why did you audition?
Being part of the 1st LTYM show two years ago was a profound experience in which I shared poems I had been writing in response to my mother’s death. News of auditions for this year’s show inspired me to write new work about my relationship with my daughter as I anticipate her embarking for college this coming fall.
What do you do in your downtime, or wish you could?
I play Celtic harp, hike, cook, and read.
What are the top five on your bucket list?
Top items on my bucket list are to see a Shakespearean play at the Globe Theater, to visit the counties in Ireland where my great-great grandparents were born, to visit the garden where Monet painted, to go to the Rhine valley where Hildegard of Bingen lived, and to visit Carl Jung’s Bollingen Tower.
Motherhood is something I was terrified to enter into and has been the most profoundly spiritual relationship in my life.
Where do you hail from, and if not from Indiana, how did you end up here?
I am from Indiana, grew up in Zionsville when it was still a small country town, and now live in Oaklandon in the northeast corner of Marion County.
Describe your mother in three (3) words.
Fierce, impatient, snarky.
What’s your idea of a perfect parenting day/experience?
There were so many days that were golden and I wished I could capture them in a vial, and revisit them later, if only there was such a thing as a pensive like in Harry Potter! I think what made each of these days golden is that the sharing and communion that happened on those days was natural, in the midst of home life, and flowed smoothly, with play and wonder that was spontaneous.