A lifetime of acting classes could not have turned me into that kind of performer

For someone who talks a lot, tonight I found myself speechless. And although I want to try and pull together some coherent words, you should know now that it's quite possible I will fail.

Earlier in the evening, I went to see From the Mississippi Delta, a memoir by Dr. Endesha Ida Mae Holland, at a local theater called Triad Stage. I cried several times, then laughed great, booming guffaws at others, and sat in silent awe with chills more than once.

The three women who performed this play with such depth and range left me in awe. Whether they were crossing over to play multiple characters - sometimes men as well as women - the roles moved through each other with such rhythmic harmony that it was like watching a dance...even when they weren't dancing.

I'm going to stop now because I tend to be incapable of actually reviewing plays I enjoy without sounding gushy and one-dimensional. But I wanted you to know that I believe this is an important one to see and tell you that if you ever get a chance to do so, I hope you will. 

Comments

[Leslie]

Gushy has its place so please gush on about the play.

I finally read our Sunday paper last night and was sad to learn that I had missed Glenis Redmond when she was in town on Monday.

Culture abounds here this week--Debbie Allen's "Brothers of the Knight" wraps up on Sunday.

[Melody]

Thanks Leslie! :) Got the Green Light to Gush! I'll tell anybody who tries to stop me you said it was okay.

Re. culture abounding: I realized I need to get out and do much more. It always takes me by surprise when I enjoy a play, how long it's been since the last one.