March 29, 2010...2:40 pm

My village…

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I am currently living out of a suitcase as I travel between New York and Boston for a show I am performing in.   I have been leaning heavily on friends and family to house me while I am away from Peter and my home base.  I just wanted to write a little something to everyone who is keeping me safe and sound right now…

Center stage, spot light.

Begin dramatic monologue.

When my car rolls into your driveway and I tumble out of the driver’s seat along with several coffee cups, cans of ginger ale and used tissues, you do not turn away.  When I eat all of your bread and yogurt, you do not seem to care.  When I squeeze the last of your conditioner into my tangled hair, you do not weep.  When I stink up your bathroom, you do not light a match.  When I sleep a little too late, you whisper so not to wake me.  Thank you.

Thank you for the clean towels, the clean sheets, and the red wine we drink late into the night.  Thank you for the peanut butter, the chocolate bunny, the kitty and the high five.

Thank you for the plug to charge my phone so I can call my husband before I fall asleep on your comfy couch.

Thank you for being my friend.  Thank you for being my family.  Thank you for making me feel like I belong somewhere while I am away from home.

End dramatic monologue.

A month before Peter and I got married, we stayed at our friend’s family home in Maine.  On the little beach close by, we collected a wide assortment of pebbles.   At our ceremony a month later, we had our guests’ each place one of those pebbles into a vase filled with sand.  It was important for us to express how much we value the community that supports our marriage.  We really dig symbolism.

It takes a village to raise a child.  But I think you need the same village to care for the marriage as well.

Time to crawl back in the car…

-Cathleen Carr

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