We closed “Portia Coughlan” yesterday at the Irish American Heritage Center. To be a part of this production was so comforting and warm in a way that only a cold dark play can be. The people I worked with for the first time and the ones I knew but now know better will forever be combined with ethereal music, rain, wet yellow leaves, the light streaming from the big old Mayfair building, and the smell of old elementary school books. This was a play in which everyone hates everyone else, everyone lies, everyone cheats, everyone procrastinates and the only love comes from a sinister ghostly twin or in a form of too little much too late. It was in this month of rehearsal and renewal that Sadie slipped away. I loved her much too little and certainly too late. Her ghost will travel with me, her smile in my heart.
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