All Hallows
We are halfway through our run of The Sorcerer with the Light Opera of Portland . Next week, I start rehearsals again with In Medio . Tonight is Halloween, Samhain, All Hallow's Eve. This morning the sky was red. Yesterday the wind whipped through the Gorge and tore every red leaf from the dogwood behind my office. Hummingbirds still visit the feeder three offices down. A week ago I watched a bald eagle pull a harassing bird out of the sky and disappear behind the factories along I-84 and the Columbia River. When I was my son's age, I knew I had a few true loves: music, theater, and books. At 18, was in my first college play, being the church accompanist to Our Town . I hadn't been an unnamed character since my freshman year in high school. This time, 28 years ago, I wanted to transfer, to be a playwright, or something other than what I was: a little college freshman from Chicagoland drowning in Kalamazoo. Soon enough--through choir and theater and the Women's Resource...