Last Thursday this time? I was running around like the proverbial chicken sans head. Along with Providence, we were the first show in the LTYM 2015 season. I haven’t really processed it all even though it’s been a fully week tonight. I can tell you this though. This sharing of stories is a life altering thing. And a community altering thing. This was our third year hosting LTYM in our tiny rural mountain community where trees still outnumber people.
You know you made an impact when the next morning people are talking about the show on the street and other people you know come up to you and tell you they heard how great your show was.
You know storytelling is powerful when audience members corner you in the bank, in the grocery store, in the cafeteria at work and tell you that they too have stories and they are writing them down now because they need to be told.
We had cast members from all corners of the mothering experience.
It was Gabby’s first time at a podium telling and important story of overcoming neglect.
It was Tiffiney’s second time at the podium and her admissions of parenting fails were hilarious.
It was Margaret and Tina’s first directing collaboration. Tina built a beautiful set with some great last minute ingenuity!
It was the first time my daughter, Paloma enjoyed the show. Because you know. Children LOVE IT WHEN THEIR MOTHERS QUOTE THEM. She graciously took tickets.
Jennifer Wolfe made the drive from Davis, CA up beautiful scenic highway to deliver her beautiful essay on watching her daughter begin college. Cast members took her on a big hike BEFORE the reading to give her a real taste of Plumas County.
Beck Deemer perhaps said it best:
“It was a powerful thing, sitting on stage listening to the audience respond to our collection of stories. Laughing and groaning, our hearts all connecting over the little and the large bits of life. I am walking taller from this. Thank you all for holding space for me.”
Right now I’m just feeling so damn grateful for my own community and the LTYM sister cities around the country and this idea that’s growing that mother stories matter. You know. Because they do.