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Short + Sweet Hollywood 2025
Update: (much over due!) We made it to the Finals! As I write this the Festival is now over, and Perseids took home a number of honors: crew takeover award for "Best Drama" Festival award for "Best Playwright" As well as some things I can claim no responsibility...
Theatre Work
“Wendy Gough is a consummate theatre artist.”
-Jacob Clark, NoHoLA
Musings
Landscape of Happenstance
The garden has been looking a little sad lately. With 100 degree heat for nearly a month, the Heuchera is fried, the roses wilted with exhaustion and even some of the Blue fescue has just plain given up in despair. The weeds, however, are thriving, as is the...
Lying to Children
We are all liars. Every single one of us. Fibbers. Fakers. Phonies. Frauds. Pretenders. Deceivers. We tell lies to children. Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy -- that’s just the beginning. Later we get creative. My aunt Sylvia told my eight-year-old...
Fight like a Girl
I took my first martial arts class in 1999. Since then I have earned black belts in two different styles, and am currently studying Kenpo Karate. In my previous style, I was fortunate to have taught kids for almost seven years, and I am sure I gained more wisdom...
Quotes from Goodreads’ 2012 Fiction Challenge
I love quotes. It's like getting to eat the peanut butter and jelly sandwich without having to eat the crust. These are just a few I collected while on my Goodreads 2012 Choice Awards challenge. Enjoy. "The half life of love is forever." - This is How You Lose Her,...
Tell Me a Story…
I have a confession to make. Although I love to read and my reading tastes are fairly eclectic, I really, really like trashy vampire novels. OK, technically that’s not a recognized literary genre,* but I’m talking about that class of urban fantasy novels with its...
Notes from the Garden
Spring is here. The tulips are pushing their way up to the surface, the dianthus and candytuft are in bloom and the Pride of Madeira has sent up its spikes, ready to give another dazzling display of purple splendor. Spending Sunday afternoons in my garden allows me...
Life on Gough Street
I once went to an audition, and the director asked me if my name was pronounced like the street in San Francisco. The stage manager sitting next to her piped up, "Oh, you mean Goo Street?" Sigh. I didn't write this poem, but I am thankful for the Gough who did. As...
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