Time slid by too quickly the day of Listen to Your Mother: Metro Detroit.
I wanted to slow the second hand, just a little, too keep the roller coaster of emotions moving with less intensity. Big moments, the ones for which you plan and plan and plan, always speed by before you can inhale.
The morning of the show, I took a second to breathe. I paused, though I was running late, and I let the months of planning wash over me.
To our magnificent cast… You blew us away — the producers/directors, your fellow cast members, the audience — we are all walking around in a different place this week because of your stories. We all have stories, but we applaud your bravery in bringing your words and your hearts to our stage this weekend. You will inspire more people to do the same. More stories will be told because you were each brave enough to walk to that microphone and tell yours.
To our (mostly patient) families… Thank you to our children who scouted venues and made all sorts of unusual locations into opportunities to play with new friends, and thank you our husbands, the men who are often the first audience for our stories, our strongest supporters, and the people who bit their tongues while the three of us tried our hardest to break records for group texting our excitement, to-do lists, and anticipation about Listen to Your Mother: Metro Detroit.
To the Metro Detroit community… We appreciate your presence, your support, and the energy you brought to Saint Andrew’s Hall this weekend. You gave our storytellers a safe place to share their words, and for that, we are so grateful.
Meet Kimberly Morad!
1) What is your favorite location in Michigan?
I had never really travelled outside of the popular “Canadian shopping destinations” until I met my husband who is a half-breed (Canadian and American). His family owns a quaint cottage in northern Michigan and we spend a lot of summer weekends there. They have the best ice cream, cheap booze, and the most fabulous mullets you’ll ever see. Did I mention the beach? Absolutely peaceful and gorgeous.
2) Do you have a favorite book, author, or story? What is it?
Let’s Pretend This Never Happened: (A Mostly True Memoir) by Jenny Lawson
Jenny, also known as The Bloggess in the blogging community, makes me laugh so hard that I will never need to go to the gym to work out my abs again. From her dysfunctional childhood to her personal battle with depression, she has inspired me to try to find the funny in life’s struggles and if I can’t find the funny, make it funny… and then share it in the most awkward way possible.
3) Why did you decide to audition for LTYM: Metro Detroit?
Coming forward and saying that you have a mental illness is not like admitting that you have diabetes or cancer. It’s one of those illnesses that dangerously teeters on a fine line between acceptance and rejection. We are labeled as crazy, weak, psycho, deranged, violent, etc. which creates fear in the public. It’s this fear that makes mental illnesses not readily “worthy” of sympathy, support, and proper and timely medical care that other societal accepted illnesses like cancer receive.
One in eight women will be diagnosed with postpartum depression and that is not including those who suffer in silence.
I wanted to share my story, our story, in hopes of reaching out to that one woman who needs that gentle push to get help and to show you that we are not our illness. We are damn good moms just like you.
Above all, this was for my sweet boy who saves me everyday. He inspires me to fight for this life and this life? Is beautiful.
4) Do you have a favorite memory from Saint Andrews Hall?
I need directions to get there
5) What is the best piece of advice you’ve received from your mother or a mother figure?
My grandma was a master at gardening, far better than Martha Stewart ever will be. I was embarrassed to show her my very first garden because it was awful. I had no idea what was what and half of them were fried by the hot, summer sun.
“It’ll never seem to look quite like the way you had pictured it,” she said, “but that doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful. If you shut your left eye you will see its potential like that big ass weed in the corner.”
I always use that a metaphor for life… there will always be beauty in all the ugly that life throws at me. I just have to keep looking for it.
Don’t miss Kimberly’s reading this Sunday, May 4! Tickets available now.