In the midst of all the madness this month I’ve neglected a lot of things. One of them is to update all of you on the big bright spot in my life that is Listen To Your Mother Boston. We spent much of February in auditions. 4 long days were spent listening to dozens of talented people sharing some of their most personal experiences. After hours of this I felt honored and humbled and inspired and like I’d just been through a really long and cathartic therapy session.
We had overflowing riches when it came to putting a show together. I tried to cull the very best of the best but still found myself with enough pieces for three shows. I finally had to sit down with names on 3×5 cards and start lining them up on the floor to build a show. It worked, thankfully, because otherwise I would’ve been reduced to pulling names out of a hat.
And then my long-awaited day finally came. Don’t get me wrong, I’m really looking forward to Show Day. (April 26th, 2 pm, Old South Church, Copley Square, Buy Your Tickets Now!!!!) But it still seems far away and not quite real, even if it’s coming fast. The day I’ve been waiting for since we started talking about doing the show months ago was our very first read through.
I remember the first read through for Providence last year so well. I knew one person, my friend Lexi who’d auditioned with me. I sat down at a table with all these women and was beyond excited to share my piece. And then each of them started to read. There have been a few experiences like that in my life. Like the first week of law school, when I looked around and knew that I was in the right place, where I felt a sense of home that I couldn’t explain. (Yes, law school was an emotional experience for me, shut up.) But this was one of them, coming into a room of people I didn’t know and by the end of it realizing that I was among my own.
Directing Listen To Your Mother has been about a lot of things, but it has always been a lot about recreating this experience for a new group of people. I hope we did. I know that sitting and listening to each of them tell their stories again, stories I’ve already heard and read and know well, it was still magical.
But enough about me. Listen To Your Mother Boston early bird ticket sales end on Monday. You should definitely get them now. If you’re a mother or a daughter or a writer or a student of the human condition, it will definitely be an experience you’ll treasure. Having these stories in my life has been magnificent and I want everyone to hear them.
And if you’re not in Boston, there is probably a Listen To Your Mother show near you. Or near your Mom. They are all within 2 weeks of Mother’s Day so if you’re thinking about what to get your Mom, well, let’s say this is way better than another vase of flowers. If you and your Mom are in the SAME city, then even better. (Did I just buy tickets for my Mom and Sister to go to the show in Austin? Why yes, yes I did. Mother’s Day done. BOOM.)
So go. Enjoy. You can even bring kids! And men!
Disclaimer for the Boston show. We may make reference to the truth about Santa Claus. And a little bit of the birds and bees. So perhaps keep that in mind.