I grew up going to the theater, mainly the Shubert in New Haven. My father managed a movie house, the Loew’s College, across the street and from the time I was little I went with him whenever there were seats to fill, better known as “papering the house.”
After my husband died tragically almost two decades ago, the opportunity to review theater literally fell in my lap. It was a dark time in my life and the chance to write about something I loved was too wonderful to resist. My first review was on the play “Equus,” about a disturbed teen who blinds horses…not a play I would have selected for my debut in print.
Since then I have enjoyed thousands of curtain calls. I currently write for the Middletown Press, while running my late husband’s life insurance business, and feel it is a privilege to encourage theater attendance. If there were “world enough and time,” I’d go to theater every night and twice on Saturday.