#AboutLastNight

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this is a relatively late post, but hey, better late than never! This weekend was a whirlwind of performances, travel, family time, productivity and friend demanded recovery time. From a fabulous performance at That Bachelorette Show to taking a 6am bus to DC to spend a quick day with my brother and his family to finally nailing down the first weekend of “principal photography” for Shampagne, it was a grand ole time.

Sunday afternoon I was #pooped! But I have recovered for the most part and have a few photos to share

Ciao 😊





Tuesday Thoughts

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Yesterday, my dad asked me a question:

“What’s your testimony today?”

I rolled my eyes (he couldn’t see this) and said “Dad, that’s not why I called you this morning.”

“I know, but you know the last time I was asked that was…”

And my father went back to a moment, when he himself had to answer the unexpected question. Hearing him open up about the changes that were occurring in his life, and how it all worked out in the end personally, financially and professionally, I was moved to speak.

“Actually, Daddy, I do have something to say”

You see, yesterday was my niece, Ava’s, 6th birthday. My brother’s first child, and my parents’ first grandchild. Whenever Ava’s birthday arrives, it is a day of happiness and love, two-fold; one, because she is becoming more loving, beautiful, and exceptional with each passing year, and two, because my father has been blessed with another year on this earth.

Let me start at the beginning.

For me Ava and Papa’s lives will forever be intertwined for me. My brother and his wife announced the pregnancy with snow globes for each of my parents, with a small picture of Ava’s ultrasound, on a December morning in Jackson at the Cracker Barrel. In the new year, we found out that the soreness and pain my father had been feeling on and off for the past few weeks, were symptoms from his now diagnosed cancer.

Talk about facing life and death.

As the months progressed Ava grew and my father experienced numerous health setbacks and scares as the doctors tried to determine the best way to combat his internal foe. Meanwhile, marooned in New York, I felt helpless, unable to see Dad or celebrate with my brother as Ava’s birthday drew near. It was the first time my mother uttered to me, in the middle of the night, after waking from a terrible nightmare, “Lissa, we’re always where we’re supposed to be.”

In time, check ins with mom turned into “check ups” on Dad. I was afforded an amazing opportunity to flex my acting muscle at Williamstown Theatre Festival, I had my doubts about not going home for the summer, but Mom and Dad assured me, that I had to keep moving forward and if anything should happen, they’d get me home.

A few weeks passed before I got the phone call, “Hey Aunt Melissa!” from my brother. Ava was beautiful! All ten fingers and toes, and Dad was starting to receive treatment and was getting somewhat accustomed to his new circumstances.

Now I could keep going but I’ll stop here and say that just last month, my dad got to spend time with Ava and his two grandsons in Jackson. Look what God can do!

Birthdays are always amazing days filled with reflection, gratitude and joy. But when I think of Ava’s birthday, it’s a birthday for my dad as well. A day that symbolizes life for them both.

Ciao 🙂

Wandering Wednesday

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Well, I’m back in the city that never sleeps, in desperate need of sleep.

Vacation is officially over, and as I sluggishly finish out my shift and prepare for a writer’s meeting, I wanted to thank any and all friends and followers for their birthday wishes. Spending the day in St. John and returning to a flood of texts, videos and posts was icing on the cake. Once the fog has lifted, expect to see even more picturesque scenes from my trip. Thanks for being a fantastic host Cynthia! Love you!


  
Ciao 🙂

Disappearance of Melissa????

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Bonjour one and all!

I am alive! I have just been extremely busy/uninspired/overwhelmed/creatively empowered this month. So much has been happening in April that I haven’t been able to focus on a theme for the month, much less take a deep breath!  Between rehearsals, performances, a quick trip home, to dog sitting, living in Queens for a week, taking tons of behind the scenes photos, to seeing amazing shows, supporting friends, planning brunch reunions, teaching in jail, and catching up on sleep, I have not been able to put all of my adventures down in the blogosphere!

So, since the month is almost up, don’t expect too many posts in the near future. I have to double down and figure out my time management skills more efficiently to bring you awesome content.

Don’t fret the New York Dreamer is still dreaming and is, in fact, involved in tons of amazing adventures. Recaps, catchups, photo galleries, dance videos and more will come, just not now!

Thanks for hanging in and check out my older posts and Instagram page to keep up with me until then.

Ciao 🙂

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#AboutLastNight (Thanksgiving Edition)

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I love the holidays because it allows you the chance to recognize your blessings. The time to reflect on all that has happened over the last year, and who was with you, to hold your hand, cheer you on, and make you laugh along the way. I was not able to spend Thanksgiving with my blood relatives this year, but spending it with my New York “framily” was just as sweet. Thankful to have friends who gladly opened their door to guests this year. The food was AH-mazing, but the fellowship with old and new friends alike was great! Thanksgiving, once again, opened my eyes to all that has shaped me this year, and it has not been too shabby.

Ciao 🙂