Heart pounding, fingers crossed, some years ago I auditioned for the musical, “Quilters.” That evening my serial nightmares began:

• In the wings, I awaited my cue for a play I had never read
• Once onstage, I couldn’t speak
• At curtain call, I took a grand bow . . . in my underwear

Do dreams like these ever reduce you to wee-hour, brain-jellied panic?

Hi friends, I was recently invited to write a guest post for the lovely website, Ishshah’s Story.

To continue reading the tale, which includes my Eastertide kidney stone debacle, please click here. 

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