The Listen to Your Mother videos are up.
I can't wait to relive some of my castmates' readings. To belly laugh with Suzy, to see Kari's beautiful heart on full display, to listen to Annette's deep, soothing voice...and on and on and on, through all the shades and iterations of motherhood.
As for my reading, I forced myself to listen to it once this afternoon and I don't know that I ever will again.
It's not vanity, I promise (although I do wish I hadn't pushed my hair behind my ear about 30 seconds in). It's just....
I exist in two very different worlds some days. One is Anne of Green Gables. The other is Game of Thrones. Or at least something along those flavors.
And when I can keep that separate, I do very well. But on the day I wrote this I was not keeping things separate. I had spent the day looking at pictures of dead children, and then the Kid came home and told me about his class "safety drill". The gunshot images superimposed themselves in my head, and I sat up and wrote this whole thing down that very night, just so I could get it out of my brain and sleep again.
I'm glad I decided to read it. It needed to be said. It needs to be said. It needs to be screamed, by mothers and fathers everywhere, until we, as a country, start putting our money where our mouth is on issues of gun violence and mental health.
But, at the same time, that dark place in my head is not a locale I can live in or even visit for very long. I can't spend my days in Westeros if I don't get to get tucked in at night in Avonlea. (Bad joke, I know.)
In any event, here is "Games"....