Prologue
Welcome to Passing Fancy. Come journey with me through my many passions, whether they last a month or a lifetime.
A lot of who I am comes from my mother. An artist, an explorer, a lover of things, my mom taught me when I was very young what it meant to be passionate.
Her passions, like mine, tend to change frequently with a fire that burns hot then fades as the next shiny desire enters the scene. We love plays, actors, books, movies, places, food, sometimes even athletes (yes, we were big Jeremy Lin fans), with ferocity. We are constantly moving to the next thing, the next fix, but one thing remains constant, our love for the theater.
I grew up on Staten Island, but my friends sometimes referred to me as “Ms. Manhattan”, because of the frequency with which I went to “the city”. I don’t even remember the first Broadway play I saw. It might have been the 1997 revival of Annie. You’d have to ask my mom. At a recent run club, the question of the day was “what is a role you played in a musical/play as a kid”? For me, there were too many to name. Being in the theater, around the theater, seeing theater is an integral part of who I am. I was extremely lucky to grow up in the center of the theater world with a mother who wanted us to experience as much theater as humanly possible.
This love of theater and my New York background have led me to a career in theater administration. The unglamorous side of the arts. The finances and spreadsheets, the logistics that artists never want to look at yet, yeah that’s me. I couldn’t not work in the theater, but at 35 I am still trying to find my place in this world. What I do know is that I love the theater and I always will. So, welcome to my substack. I want to share my passions with you, whoever you are. I want to talk about theater, books, and crappy romance TV shows. I want to put something out there that is mine. I hope that my musings spark some light among the dark and that you join me on this journey, wherever it goes.
