The End of Parenting As I Know It

Away from Om: Tales from the Road

So, it happened. My youngest son just graduated from high school. I didn’t think this would be a hard day for me. I mean, my older son graduated three years ago. I’ve been there, done that. Or so I thought.

Noah graduating on June 4 2017 Noah received his diploma from Mr. Marcus, his elementary school principal and now assistant principal at Sharon High School.

I didn’t expect to tear up upon seeing so many familiar faces that I haven’t seen in 12 years: All those parents and students that I’ve known since Noah started kindergarten. Some of the parents I barely recognized as the hair color has changed or the hair is no longer. Wrinkles have set in. Time has taken its toll. The students, on the other hand, are mini-adults, about to start their new journeys. Yet, beneath the wide smiles and bright eyes, I sensed a bit of fear as leaving a tight-knit…

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It Takes Money to make Money

Great blog from a top-notch “stage mom”.

Stage Advocate

This past weekend my children participated in a wonderful workshop taught by the star of Newsies, Corey Cott. While sitting outside the workshop at a bustling studio in the theatre district, I met some LOVELY parents.  Meeting these folks who had trekked in from all over the Northeast really was a good reminder to me about the financial commitment “the biz” is for families.  One family in particular was from outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  The mom and dad brought their thirteen year old daughter on the bus to NYC just for the day to do this workshop. They weren’t even able to stay overnight, but were headed back home on the bus in a bit of a snowstorm at eight p.m. that same evening. They told me this was her big Christmas gift. Wow! I had started to take all of these classes and workshops in abundance in NYC for…

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Listen to Your Inner GPS

Away from Om: Tales from the Road

After 15 months away from home, I got in my own car in my own garage and turned on my GPS. As I went to plug in an address, I saw this across the screen:

“A Lot Has Changed. Please Load New Maps.” What? For real? It was as if the past year was flashing before my eyes. I had never seen this message before and this was the same GPS that traveled North America with me. I shut it off and turned it back on. No message. The next day……no message.

For the past several weeks since I’ve been home, I still can’t kick the feeling that the universe was sending me a blatant message: Look around at all that’s changed. Look within at all that’s changed. Look forward and don’t look back. Most importantly, don’t be afraid of the unknown path.

When looking for answers in your life…

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Think Inside the Box

Away from Om: Tales from the Road

Yeah, I know. The saying is “Think Outside the Box.” But sometimes, you need to turn things inside out and take a look inside because what you think is going on around you isn’t what it appears to be. Huh?

Let’s back up a bit. I am now home. This marked my biggest stretch of time away from home since going out on tour with Noah. I was gone for two solid months, a bit more. The last time I was home was for only a few days in mid-March when we came back for Noah’s state exams. He was in testing and I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to get a months’ worth of appointments crammed into four days’ time.

So now we are home for a couple of weeks. Although I still have tons of appointments and organizing to do (including…

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When You Can’t Stand (On) Your Own Two Feet

Away from Om: Tales from the Road

On December 31, 2012, I woke up in my own bed, put my feet on the floor, stood up, and sat right back down again. I thought I was imagining things, but it hurt to stand. And not just a little bit. A lot.

I stood up again on my hard wood floor and walked to the bathroom. Each step was more painful than the previous one. What the hell was going on? It wasn’t just one foot. It was both. Every time I rocked forward on the balls of my feet to propel into the next step, it felt like I was stepping on sharp objects.

I couldn’t imagine what I did to my feet or why I was experiencing this pain. I had been on the road with my son for months and just arrived home the night before (mind you, after a snow storm delayed our trip…

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