Observations:

 I’m sitting here at this restaurant casually eating a bowl of tomato soup. I can’t help but notice the lady sitting in front of me with her 3 children eating bagels for dinner that “ were supposed to be to go’ When I wonder did she become the lady that I see? There is harshness in her tone but her eyes reflect something else, something strong, and filled with questions like how did I get here in this place? Why am I yelling at my children? Will I ever feel content again? Her son can’t have anymore bagel until he finishes his macaroni and cheese. It’s the all American dream and I get to be a part of this evening’s audience.


When is the moment we begin to stifle our soul? When do we become the bitter old woman? Is it one big moment or a series of small disappointments and regrets that starts the decay of our dreams and aspirations? I want to giggle until my cheeks hurt.