Thank you

by Erica Bennett

My heart skipped a beat. Actually, it took my breath away. Tonight, theatre colleagues reached out individually and across social networks to offer me advice and encouragement. Because, and for the first time in months, my brain peeked through the pneumonia fog and made positive relevant connections that they could respond to. I know that I am recovering because I didn’t nap today. I’m actively listening to bluegrass while drinking a stiff strawberry margarita after eating my stovetop cooked bbq chix and Spanish rice dinner. I’ve survived again. And I’m here discussing action in a play. How fortunate am I? Sincerely yours, Eh.

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