Day 90 – Come From Away

I know I’ve written at length about my love of theatre before, so I won’t spend too much time rehashing it again. Just know that when I say I’m obsessed with live theatre, I’m not exaggerating, particularly musicals. I’m mesmerized by the talent of the actors and musicians, and absolutely astounded by the sets and lighting and costumes that make the productions come to life. If I had unlimited funds, I’d buy a seat at a different show every night–Broadway, Off-Broadway, community playhouses–I’m in for it all.

When I first saw ads and TV spots for the new show Come From Away, I knew I needed to see it. I’m always drawn to stories of the “helpers”–the people who show up in the face of loss and tragedy to help recover and rebuild. If you’ve looked at any of my social media feeds in the last two weeks, you’ll see the dozens of stories I’ve been posting of exactly this type of selfless compassion taking place right here in my home state in the wake of the devastating Midwest floods.

But even more than that, it’s the story of Beverley Bass, the first female captain of an American Airlines aircraft–a woman whose persistence and tenacity helped break down barriers, a woman whose dream of flying led her to the sky. And with a long line of strong women in my own family (including my Grandma Kay who was one of the first females to fly for US Airways), this was a story that spoke to me on a very personal level.

Mom got us tickets and we headed to the Orpheum this afternoon for the show.

And I gotta say, folks…I might have a new favorite show.

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not an overly-emotional person. I tend to let a lot of things roll off, and it’s not often that my emotions really get the best of me. But every now and then, something that hits really close to home will choke me up, and there were several moments during Come From Away that I found myself tearing up and taking deep breaths to keep it under control. Anything 9/11 related always hits me hard, and in the opening moments of the show when they sing about remembering exactly where they were when the news broke. Yep, that got me. Then later when the beautiful souls in Gander, Newfoundland began to open their lives and their doors and their homes to the airplanes full of strangers without a second thought or a moment’s hesitation. Yeah, you know that got me too.

It just seemed fitting (one of those moments when the universe perfectly aligns) that I was watching this show today while this same sort of selfless compassion is happening all around me right here in Nebraska in the wake of the devastating floods just as it happened in the hours and days and months that followed the attacks in 2001.

And it’s moments like these that make me really happy to be alive and be a member of this human race.

If you believe everything you see on TV, you might have a pretty grim view of humanity. But if you can tear yourself away from the 24-hour news cycle and get a glimpse of the things that are happening right outside your front door and in communities around the world (you know, the every day sort of things most people aren’t going to bother to mention on the nightly news because it doesn’t have a flashy headline) you just might see that most of us are just regular people trying to do our best and squeeze a little happiness out of this life while we’re here.

And what a blessing to have a chance to love and connect with others at the same time.

If you get a chance to see Come From Away, DO IT!! And in the meantime, be kind to each other every chance you get.

P.S. The amazing folks from the show (including several Nebraska & Iowa natives) donated a portion of the ticket sales totaling more than $30,000 to flood relief. And many of us in attendance donated even more to the collection buckets on our way out the door. What a great way to spend the day!

#NebraskaStrong #WeComeFromAway

Day 84 – My Favorite Murder saves the world

Yes, I’m posting two blogs tonight (you’re not going crazy). Gotta make up for yesterday’s lapse. Yep, my blog my rules. And I’ve got a damn good excuse.

I came a little late to the My Favorite Murder party, finally downloading and listening to the first episode almost a full year after the podcast began. But I was hooked immediately. I mean, come on…this is the girl who started watching horror movies at age 6, the girl who read Helter Skelter at 11, the girl who took an actual college class studying serial killers (called “Dial M for Murder, thanks Dr. Maida!). This is the girl who is obsessed with the human mind, what motivates people, what gives them purpose, what makes them tick.

Trying to explain this podcast to people who’ve never heard it always elicits a reaction of initial what-the-fuckery. I mean, explaining that it’s stories of murder and horrific true crimes mixed with comedy and the sort of uncensored, real talk that only happens between true friends, between people who really love and trust each other, who respect each other as perfectly imperfect human beings–well, somehow the explanation just sorta gets lost in translation (and frankly, some folks raise a wary eyebrow and tune out after you mention comedy and murder together in the same sentence).

It’s honestly the same reason I’m still deeply invested in shows like The Walking Dead. Because it’s not really a show about zombies–it’s a show about the unfiltered rawness of human nature, about the choices people will make in a world gone to shit to either love each other in spite of the pain or treat each other with unimaginable cruelty for personal gain.

And the only way we can really fight the horror and the cruelty is the talk about it, to stare it in the face and rise up against it and force it back down.

So I joined the leagues of the Murderinos. Karen and Georgia have been my constant companions on my commute to work, while I’m cooking dinner or working out (okay yeah, we haven’t spent a whole lot of time together working out, but every little bit counts, right?) Sometimes I even pop in the earphones when I need to dig into a tedious project at work like tackling the piles of paperwork that need filing or clearing out old emails.

When the 2019 tour was announced and I saw Omaha on the list, I asked Stevie if he would please, please, please pretty please go online as soon as the pre-sale started and get us some tickets after I found out I’d be in a full-day job interview without a break. And if you know Stevie Romano, you know he didn’t just get me tickets…this man-on-a-mission hopped online and managed to get us VIP Meet & Greet tickets. Husband of the freakin’ year! (And to make the day even better, I ended up getting that job I spent the day interviewing for.)

The theater erupted when Karen & Georgia took the stage. And the audience nearly blew the roof off the Orpheum when they thanked us all for coming out to the show in the midst of all the hardship happening around us right now here in Nebraska, and announced that they would be donating $10,000 to the flood relief. We sat three rows from the stage and spent the evening listening to stories and laughing with these two badass women who (at this point three full years into this podcast) feel like old friends.

It was a late night, and we stood in a long line waiting for our turn to chat with the two gracious hosts. And even if we only got a few minutes with them to say hello and share hugs and snap a photo, Karen and Georgia have this incredible way of making you feel like you’re the most important people in the world when they grab you by the hand and ask your name and hug you tight.

Thank you to these strong, passionate women for taking the stage and shining their light out into the world and creating such a powerful community. What an honor to be a small part of it.

SSDGM

I Love My Job

Sure, the hours sometimes stink, but boy do I love my job! Up late tonight, finishing the photos of this little beauty. Seriously, I can’t even stand the sweetness…

My First Red Thread Session Blogged

Forgive me for shamelessly plugging my business blog again, but I have to admit, I’m pretty proud of this most recent photo session.

Anyone who knows me, knows that my adoption has played a huge role in my life. I have been blessed in unimaginable ways because my birthparents made the difficult choice to let me go, and then welcome me back into their lives 22 long years later. Being an adoptee is as much a part of me as my blue-green eyes and my inability to perform complicated math problems without getting a migraine. It’s just who I am.

I always hoped that I could give back to the adoption community one day, that I could find a way to help other families as they begin their own incredible journeys. I’m still working on writing my story, knowing that the highs and lows and years of confusion and turmoil and pain will likely resonate deeply with other adoptees who are trying to find their own places in the world. One day, I’ll find some time to finish it. 🙂

In the meantime, one of my good photographer friends told me about the Red Thread Sessions organization a few months ago, and I knew immediately that I wanted to get involved.

In a nutshell, Red Thread Sessions is a non-profit organization that helps adoptive families connect with professional photographers who agree to volunteer their time and talent to helping the families capture some of their first memories together. Depending on the situation, the photographers may be asked to photograph the birth of a child, a family returning home with their new child from overseas, or even a family session after the child has settled into his/her new home. The families receive the full session and proofs from their session free of charge.

I submitted my portfolio immediately, and was thrilled when I received approval to become a RTS volunteer. Then, just three weeks ago, I received my first inquiry. I posted the P Family’s gallery today and shared their story and a few of my favorite images from their session on my StoriTyme Photos Blog. The blog post will also be featured on the RTS website, and is currently pending approval.

So, please head over to the StoriTyme Photos Blog by clicking the link or the photo below to see a few photos of the amazing family I got to spend an evening with at my very first Red Thread Session. Thanks for looking!

365 Project – Day 347 – Behind the Lens

So I am too busy processing the photos from the wedding I shot in November to take time out tonight for a proper blog post. I’m trying to finish the photos so I can deliver them to the bride and groom before Christmas. It’s a lofty goal, but I’m going to get there one way or another. So, for tonight, I thought I’d share a few photos of me and my fabulous 2nd shooter, Cristen, from the wedding. You don’t often get to see what happens behind the lens, but here are a few shots the two of us took of each other during the day.

And now, back to work.

365 Project – Day 341 – Julie & Jared’s Wedding Photos Blogged

Yep, a shameless plug and link to head over to my StoriTyme Photos blog. I have been an editing fool with these photos and spent all my blogging energy tonight getting them uploaded. So click on the picture below to head on over, check them out, and let me know what you think! 🙂