SYNOPSIS:
A woman reflects on the surprising ways she has become her mother, discovering that memory sometimes survives not in what we recall, but in who we become.
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SYNOPSIS:
A woman reflects on the surprising ways she has become her mother, discovering that memory sometimes survives not in what we recall, but in who we become.
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MY MOTHER'S HANDS - A Monologue
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Asher Wyndham:
MY MOTHER'S HANDS - A Monologue
by Debra A. Cole
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Cole's lovely monologue ruminates on inheritance and memory and how we preserve the beauty and ways and movements through children. Memory in body - a powerful way to think about the mourning process. A smart choice for a festival on aging, death and mourning.
Cole's lovely monologue ruminates on inheritance and memory and how we preserve the beauty and ways and movements through children. Memory in body - a powerful way to think about the mourning process. A smart choice for a festival on aging, death and mourning.
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Scott Sickles:
MY MOTHER'S HANDS - A Monologue
by Debra A. Cole
“
An absolutely lovely lamentation on love and, well, not just the opposite of loss but the impossibility of it. Cole captures the tug-o-war of growing up thinking your identity can escape the gravity of history. Turn out roots are called roots for a reason. And sometimes, the mirror not only shows us who we are but the people who make up our component parts. And not just the mirror. Somehow, through words and gestures, we look backwards and forwards at the same time and see everyone we are. Beautiful.
An absolutely lovely lamentation on love and, well, not just the opposite of loss but the impossibility of it. Cole captures the tug-o-war of growing up thinking your identity can escape the gravity of history. Turn out roots are called roots for a reason. And sometimes, the mirror not only shows us who we are but the people who make up our component parts. And not just the mirror. Somehow, through words and gestures, we look backwards and forwards at the same time and see everyone we are. Beautiful.
