Zen & the Art of Citi Bicycle Share Riding

Since the new, blue Citi bikes were installed throughout NYC as part of the Citibank sponsored bike share program, I've been eyeing the shiny vehicles with eager anticipation. I live across the street from one of the MANY docking stations, so each morning I wondered what it would be like to give one a whirl. I used to rollerblade and zig-zag through traffic like a bike messenger but never actually rode a bike in NYC. Riding here always lived on the horizon like buying a dog -- one of things I would eventually do.

Well, I did it! On Saturday I purchased a 1-week pass (cost: $25) and since I like it when others can learn from my experience while I get to vent, here's a description of exactly how the program works and some pitfalls you can hopefully avoid.

I start Saturday morning at one of the MANY kiosks in Chelsea and after I go through a few steps using a touch screen (1 rider, 7 day pass), I am prompted to swipe my credit card. The card does not work, so I try a second one, which doesn't work either. At this point, I think to myself that maybe it is the kiosk not my cards and I'll just walk around the block to another docking station.

I get to the second docking station and my card does work, so I'm now able to make the purchase. I am prompted for my phone number, which I enter, since there's no way to bipass that step. Then, it prints out a 5 digit code on a small slip of paper that I can use to unlock a bike. My first thought is -- they can't text this to me, I just gave them my #? I grab the slip of paper and when I enter the code beside the bike, it does not unlock. I try again and a third time. No dice.

I go back to the kiosk and discover that someone had left their slip of paper in and mine was behind it, so I grab what was originally mine and go back to the station using the correct code. BUT, it won't unlock still because I've missed the 5 minute window (that's official, they tell you that when your code is printed) to get to my bike and unlock it. My code is now defunct.

Next I have to run through the steps again on the screen and get a replacement code, which I do, and I am finally able to unlock my bike. This is about 30 minutes since the time I left my apartment. Good thing it was just a late morning/early afternoon of Me time with nowhere to be until 1pm!

It is important to know that you only get to ride your bike for 30 minutes before you have to redock it and take a new bike or else you're charged over-time. I think it's $4 an hour or something close to that. So, I cruise all the way from Chelsea to Tribeca on the Hudson River (GORGEOUS bike path!) and rely on my inner clock (I have a very good sense of time going by when I am exercising). I get to a docking station in Tribeca 31 minutes from my start time. I'll need to check my credit card statement to see if I was charged O/T but my guess is yes.

When I try to unlock a new bike my code isn't recognized and for whatever reason, the kiosk screen is not working again. So I call customer service only to hear muzak that was surely going to kill my blissy bicycle buzz. Rather than let that happen, I walk by foot down to Battery Place and Broadway, which was the next closest docking station. About 20 minutes.

Once I get down to Battery and Bwy, AGAIN my code is not recognized and the credit card swipey thing was not working. At this point, it's hot as brass and the sun is intense. I am so sweaty, surrounded by tourists and I'm getting stressed. I had decided to ring customer service on my walk down and I timed it -- it took 27 minutes to get someone live on the phone. The very friendly woman proceeded to tell me the credit card machines were not officially all working yet or something to that effect. Huh? She was exceedingly polite but apparently I was a day or two ahead of the official opening of the kiosks, which explains all the glitches I've experienced so far. Something in her voice convinced me all Citi bike share call centers were outsourced to Boulder.

I didn't want to ride the subway because I was really looking forward to the ride up, so I go back to the machine and with her on the phone, went through the kiosk system about 3 times until finally, it gave me a new code and vavoom, I am able to unlock a new bike.

I am now developing an aversion to the docking stations and kiosks, so I decide I will bite the overtime charges rest of the afternoon. I bike from the southern most tip of Manhattan all the way up to 59th street and 10th Ave, stopping a few times to stretch. I dock it, meet some friends and then go to a new docking station on 9th ave. I arrive to this lovely man bitching out the Citibike customer service person on the phone because he can't get his to work, either. He hangs up and proceeds to tell me how much it sucks. I go to the kiosk and see there is a swath of blue tape over the card insertion point, which I promptly remove so I can swipe my card and get a new code. I'm able to and can take a new bike.

At this point, I consider riding down from 59th street on 7th Ave instead of taking the bike path by the river. I realize, quickly, that this is a terrifying proposition. Between the speed of the cabs, the trucks, the other bikes, people -- I honestly don't know how bikers do it! Not to mention the potholes. I could scarcely believe how many there are in the streets and never noticed them until I had this new vantage point on the bike. It was a little scary and I felt my blood pressure shoot up until I was nice and safe on the bike path by the river again. Ahh.

I had a deliriously fun day despite all this, in part because of how much I just enjoy riding a bike. The only time I ever do it is when I visit Shelter Island, so I really felt like I was on vacation. Things feel different on a bike. I had so much fun that this morning I did it again -- exceeding my 30 minutes because I didn't want to stop my trip -- and used the time on my bike to practice my singing. So much fun.

Getting my own bike does feel like a great solution for me, since this whole 30 minute (or 45 if you register for your Citibike membership online) limitation is just frustrating and annoying. But until that happens, I am a happy Citi bike share rider. I can be all Zenlike and accept that while the program does have some kinks to work out, hey, there's a bike downstairs that I can ride tomorrow morning! Peace. It's really all good and as an advocate for health and fitness, I'm going to work with what it is and do encourage you to do the same.

Holding Space for the New

Good morning!

It really is a good morning, especially compared to how I was feeling last night. I got sick :( Total migraine to the point of my head spinning in what felt like a 3D universe. I cabbed it to a film screening (Pocket Full of Nickels) only to sit down for a hot minute, almost pass out, and then high tail it right back into a cab. It was a little scary because I don't get migraines very often at all. I was probably just burnt out from what was a hectic few weeks. I slept about 8 1/2 hours and woke up feeling fresh as a bunny. And it is gorgeous outside, so that's good.

Clearing space for possibility can be very scary. Whether it's letting go of a relationship that's not working, a job not meeting your needs, friendships no longer fulfilling your heart or even old clothes that don't fit (too big, too small) what you are left with is this:












BLANK SPACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For me, the urge to fill empty space can be very powerful, particularly if my mind starts to spin negative webs about all that could go wrong or not happen. Instead of imagining my actually meeting a gorgeous man inside and out who will become my amazing husband, life partner, father of my children, and best friend for life, my powerful brain instead comes up with a little flip book that involves me online dating until I'm 90. OKtogeneriancupid.com. Why does my mind do this? I don't know, it just does. Sure it has something to do with the lizard brain.

So, when that line of thinking leaves the station, of course it's normal to want to just fill up with something to distract me from my own projections. That, however, doesn't work. I'm better off observing the story and then letting it go. I can use my brain to imagine a more positive story that inspires me or brings me hope. Or, perhaps better yet, I can sit without projecting at all and just make some peace with the present moment. This is also what people mean when they suggest getting out of your head and into your life or to "stop looking" which happens when you're grounded and just doing what's in front of you.

I've recently left my job of 5 years to pursue my creative work full time. My last day at my great company is June 11th and as I approach this new phase of my life, my feelings are wavering between positive anticipation of a joyful freedom and overwhelming, gut level fear. Some moments I see myself having a lot of success and abundance in the very near future. In other moments, I imagine worst case scenarios that might be a decent premise for a sitcom but unpalatable for my real life. I do not subscribe to the belief that if I have doubt about the fulfillment of my dreams that means they won't come true. Doubt is a normal part of being a human being and I tend to believe that Faith is not absence of it, but the ability to feel some apprehension and still function powerfully!

Speaking of which, I sang last Friday night at Theater for the New City's LES arts festival with Cate Weinberg on guitar.
We really had SO much fun and what was so cool is that despite us having only a few friends in the audience, the house was half full and we got really enthusiastic rounds of applause and cheers.

After the show, all these people I did not know were thanking us and saying how much they loved our music!! Felt really great to be entertaining a big group of strangers. I wish I had video of our performance but I don't, so I'll at least post one of our song choices, In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel. Enjoy! xx



But for now we are young, let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing that we see. ~NMH

Update re: intenSati classes

Good morning!

I wanted to let you all know that I will not be teaching any intenSati classes this summer. Based on where I'm at in my healing from knee and ankle surgery, I just need to take things slow and only do what is best for my own body. When I was teaching a few weeks ago, I slipped and did something funky to my hamstring at the insertion point in my knee. It healed but was super scary and a nice reminder that my focus must remain on my own rehabilitation and strengthening.

What does remain as an option is for me to teach an alternative group fitness format, even if it's just a gentle, low/no impact stretching and core/lower body strengthening class on a mat. If there's interest, I will do it, so please let me know! We can meditate, too.

ALSO, I am closing the Central Park intenSati Facebook Group and asking you all to please migrate over to the LINDSPIRATION page, where I will update you on anything pertaining to my group fitness classes. You'll also get my blog posts, inspiring articles, quotes, photos and the like. Will do that at the end of this month.

I hope you are all well and taking good care of your body, your mind and your soul. I've been very, very, VERY fortunate of late to be in the energy of creation -- writing, acting, producing, singing, dancing and a few other gerunds that only happen when you're surrendered to the magic and divine flow of the Universe. I've also been going through a considerable letting go process that involves breaking attachments slowly and gently. It is not easy work but the "other side" is freedom and SPACE for the NEW. I'm getting there vis a vis my favorite bridge, which is compassion for myself and my process.

This is also a post to say I miss seeing a lot of you from the intenSati community who I used to see more often, either when I was teaching or taking class. I hope you all continue to grow in love and great health.

It was a long winter (for me and for a lot of people, I know) but now that we're in Spring and almost Summer, wow, I hope you can shed some of what remains from the darker period and find inspiration and joy in the light, warmth and abundance of the season.

Love,
Lindsay

Just Let Yourself Be

Maybe it was the pink full moon but yesterday the people in my life were throwing around some serious wisdom. I was lucky enough to be in the way.

I've spent a tremendous amount of time saluting an ideal I thought would bring me happiness and feeling incredibly frustrated I was not attaining what I was worshiping. I'm talking ideal looks (size 6, no bellyfat), an ideal career, the perfect relationship, financial status and group of friends. I TRULY BELIEVED in my heart of hearts that if I had all these things, I would finally feel better. That I would finally feel good. GREAT, even!!!!!!! Over the years I've started to see through some of those illusions but it's been very tricky and I know on some levels, I've been attempting to clear hurdles of imperfection that begged for my self acceptance.

The hardest work I've done has been learning to feel good about where I'm at now instead of where I see myself later and getting rid of the false promises of happiness. It's such a funny thing, to be constantly focused on the horizon instead of on the pavement. My body gives me all sorts of signals re: when I'm aligned with what I really need versus what I think I need that isn't right, so it's all about listening and learning.

For years I've been in therapy and the bulk of the learning has been to accept emotions of all colors. To accept feeling blue or golden, confident or lost, content or hungry for more. For so long I didn't want to listen. I was afraid to be real. I thought I was working towards feeling happy all the time and if I wasn't feeling that way, I was doing something wrong when in reality, I was doing something right. I was learning how to stop being allergic to myself.

We all deserve to be happy and that means different things to different people but daily habits say a lot. Are you eating foods you enjoy instead of depriving yourself? Taking time to do what you love? Surrounding yourself by people who inspire you? GETTING CLEAR ABOUT WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT AND GOING FOR IT? Living freely?

Are you deluding yourself that the answer to happiness or fulfillment lies in being a certain weight, age, status, or version of yourself that denies who you really are or how you really feel?

I, personally, am relieved to know that I don't have to change a bit to be worthy of love, happiness and peace. That at 35 I DO know who I am and what drives me, my passions. I don't have to lose an ounce, gain an accolade, win a race or smooth a wrinkle. I appreciate what is out there these days to teach women and men the way to self acceptance but deeply resent unrealistic and often unhealthy versions of fantasy passed off as reality not to mention the excessive attention placed on appearance. Why such superficial conversations all the time that pull our attention away from the person within? Oye.

It is springtime and it is sunny today (in NYC, where I live), which does not mean you have to be happy, necessarily, but what it does mean is you can let a little light in to see what's really going on within you. Instead of beating yourself up about anything, diverting from what you really want, distracting from how you really feel, just let yourself BE.

Tunnel Vision

I recently watched the documentary GAZZARA about the great actor, Ben Gazzara. He was clearly a man of wisdom who wanted to share it with the world before passing. Thanks to this film, we get to be the beneficiaries of his amazing spirit.

When Gazzara talked about becoming an actor, he said that he maintained tunnel vision during the early years of training and auditioning. He was obsessed and there was no backup plan. He didn't train or prepare himself to be anything other than an actor, so you can imagine his gratitude that it all worked out, since he didn't know what else he could've possible done with his life.

Tunnel vision is not only useful while pursuing a singular goal but also helps tremendously with not taking things personally. If someone disrespects or mistreats me, I react, even when intellectually I know it's not about me. When the person is in a position of power and 'above me' by certain traditional standards, I can feel stuck and angry, to the point of wanting to just remove myself from whatever the system. This is inherent to our culture and usually no matter who you are, there is probably some version of "The Man" exerting influence on your life. That's why stories about the little guy or gal desiring to transcend, overcome and reclaim power are so attractive and relatable.

In my fantasies, there is no The Man. I don't want to even bother with that game but in reality, it must be faced. What I've learned is that sometimes people just see you a certain way and you are powerless over that. In other words, you can't spend your energy forcing someone to have a perception shift about you. They either see you or they don't. They get you or they don't and if they don't, it's not your problem. I am THIS! No, you're THAT! I am beautiful! No, you are fat.

I suggest staying away from the No's who don't really know you.

Move on.

Tunnel vision.

Sometimes, people NEED to see you in a certain way in order to maintain their own sense of self and place in the world. Let them do their thing while you do yours. Perhaps that is the most important thing --

NO MATTER HOW A PERSON SEES YOU, KEEP YOUR COMMITMENT TO YOURSELF AND DO YOUR THING!!

Don't let anyone's perception or treatment deter or distract you from your process and your path. Nevermind their tunnel vision. See yourself and be yourself, then let the right people align accordingly. They will.

Patience and The Beauty of Imperfections

Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow, grow.”

― The Talmud

I recently re-read Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet, which is a quick but incredibly deep and powerful read. Can't recommend it enough for any writer or artist. In one section, Rilke refers to the importance of patience. I don't have the direct quote in front of me but I'll post it tonight.

New Yorkers have been waiting for Spring, some of us patiently and some of us feeling like we'd like to reach out into the ether, grab mother nature by the collar and give her a good shake. Hypothetically. :) Today, it will be in the 70s and I know we'll all feel it was worth the wait!!!!!

I just passed the 4 month mark since my ankle and knee surgery (Dec 6th). I'm back in the fitness studio taking classes -- yesterday was intenSati with Darbi Worley and this morning was Pure Strength with Rachel Stein Schwartz. Both at Equinox. Both amazing and both requiring heavy modification. No jumping, twisting, or rapid changes in levels yet. It takes a lot of patience to do this and I'm recognizing the one of the many gifts of this recovery is learning how to practice patience more effectively.



The gift of being more patient in one specific area is that you can extend the practice to your overall personal growth.

Taking little baby steps to transforming habits sets you up for success and so does allowing yourself to be imperfect while learning something new. When I think about how I learned new skills as an athlete, whether it was shooting a foul shot under pressure or taking a good, long cross off the dribble intended for the head of my soccer teammate rushing the goal, it took TIME. It took practice. It took throwing a few air balls and shanking a few kicks.

It was all part of the process. Let yourself be seen in the beauty of your imperfections.

xo,
Lindsay

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It's a lot Quieter without the Drama

I recently completed a 4 day, 8 show run of a collection of 21 short plays. I acted in 3, directed 10 and wrote 1 of them as well as performed in choreographed transitions. The rehearsal process began in December (2012) around the holidays. I don't remember exactly when; I was recovering from surgery and on a lil' bit of Percocet. I remember saying Yes a lot -- Yes, I'll direct; Yes, we can read plays at my apartment; Yes, I'll write a play; Yes, this play belongs in the showcase; Yes, I'll play the part of a wealthy married woman having an affair with a waiter named Paco. There was a tremendous amount of work, a load I was having difficulty managing bc of the knee and ankle pain I was in on a daily basis and returning to my full time job since a medical leave of absence. No excuses and I certainly did my best, but I'm just saying it was a challenge.

March was chock full of rehearsals. There was SO much in my head -- lines, details, more lines, more details, characters with a life of their own, all the directorial responsibilities, choreography, fears, hopes, and all the life stuff that comes with living in the city and working full time. I felt like a vase that kept getting stuffed with more flowers and fillers until it was overdone and bursting. Death by too many baby's breath. I LOVED what I was doing, don't get me wrong, but it was just. too. much.

Then, it ended. Sunday (3/24) at 2pm and 4pm were our last shows. I actually had a poor performance at 2pm and knocked my knee on an exposed outlet (no electrocution, ha, just a smack!) backstage in between shows. Not sure what that was about -- this injury in the 11th hour after a period of 3 months during which I had ZERO post surgery mishaps -- but ouch, did it hurt.

A week and 2 days later I am still processing and letting go. After spending a great deal of time and energy with great people in a creative setting like a show, it can be challenging. Sitting with the space. I've spent a good deal more time on my healing and decompressing. I've managed to let go of some disappointment I felt regarding my acting work (which, while strong, just didn't meet my expectations) and also feel very positive emotion around my directorial efforts. My feelings of gratitude for working with such an incredibly talented and loving group of actors has only intensified since the show ended. I practice acceptance in my meditation, affirming all experiences are transient and feelings are fleeting.

All this to say, things have been a lot quieter without the drama.

Which, of course, got me thinking about how much quieter my life (and my head) is when there is less drama. How I can still create drama while simultaneously wanting to STOP creating any drama that is unnecessary. Is there any necessary drama?

Drama can be subtle, ironically enough. Sneaky. Overeating a muffin when I want to lose my muffin top creates drama. Defining a goal and then giving less than 100% while still hoping to achieve it creates drama. Holding a grudge creates drama. Taking things personally creates DRAAAAAAAMAAAAA. Going back and forth between commitments. Drama. Withholding love, withholding kindness, withholding curiosity -- drama, drama, drama.

I don't need to point out the obvious, either, but I will -- that dysfunction junction is drama central's cousin. When things become dysfunctional in life, particularly in relationships, isn't it because both parties are committed to creating unnecessary drama?

When you're used to all of the above, the alternative can be uncomfortable. There is really nothing wrong. It's quiet. It's peaceful. You have time to take a long, lavender and epsom salt bath. Time to call your cousin. Time to read a chapter in a novel before bed. Time to cry. You can feel the space inside your mind. The space inside your heart. It's not quite hollow. I don't know how to describe it, actually, other than as gentle. This doesn't mean your mind quiets. You may even hear more of your thoughts than usual but at least you can hear them and begin to observe, mindfully, what your brain is churning out on a moment to moment basis. Noticing your thoughts is the pathway to changing your thoughts, which is the pathway to freedom, so that's all a good thing.

Everybody Plays the Fool, Sometimes

Good morning! Happy April 1st, Happy April Fools Day, Happy April Please Bring On Spring Bc We Can't Take 40 Degree Temps Anymore!

In honor of this special day, I woke up singing that old tune, Everybody plays the fool, sometimes. There's no exception to the rule. Oooh. Btw, Aaron Neville remade the original, which is by a group called The Main Ingredient.

And it's true, isn't it? I can't begin to say how many times I've gone down roads that lead to my feeling like a total jack a--. Particularly in the realm of romantic love. The main ingredient to my foolishness? Denial.

Here's a breakdown of how denial works: you see or learn something about another person -- let's call it a red flag or C.F.C. (Cause for Concern) -- and rather than accept it as is, deal with it and make decisions accordingly, you either entirely pretend it's not there or bank on the idea somehow, magically, the person is going to change. They may not change today, they may not change tomorrow but one day, soon, they're going to change. Meanwhile, there goes life. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

Has s/he changed yet? Didn't think so. But you deny it's a problem and focus on the good, on the great, what IS there all the while the totality of your needs and desires are not being met. Having fun? Didn't think so.

The fool usually has to go through many lessons before waking up from the slumber that keeps him/her from seeing the truth. While usually cracking jokes along the way, at the end of the day it's not a laughing matter. Why so serious? Cause it's your life and your happiness matters!!

I'm all for compassion and self forgiveness but not at the expense of a necessary wake-up call. When cycles or patterns keep repeating themselves, it's for a reason. Besides willful denial of aspects found in other people or situations, the deeper dive is into matters of the self which are ignored.

Before starting this blog post this morning, I took a look at myself and found some really interesting feelings -- attitudes about myself, about people, about life that I need and want to change. Fear and self doubt still reside in my being so much so that when there's any form of perceived or actual external rejection, I feel every ounce of me freeze up like a tundra. There's a little voice inside me that says, "They must be right. I'm not worth it. It's me."

Now, I can deny that voice exists OR I can accept it's there and hold it up to the light, which usually results in it dissolving into thin air. It's a lie or a story. It's a choice thought and if I buy into it then I'm toast. If I don't, I find relief.

The freedom happens when the voice doesn't fool you anymore. You don't even really have to replace it with an affirmation, although that's certainly a loving alternative. You can just see it, acknowledge it and say something along the lines of:

I'm not going to be fooled by you again. Not today. Not ever.

That response tends to work well with others, too.

Love, light and springtime flowers,
Lindsay

Being Your Own Soulmate

I had such a meaningful conversation this morning with my spiritual teacher, Louise Sandberg. It concerned the question of soulmate connections and how to find deep comfort in my soulmate connection with God.

Light way to start off a Wednesday, right?!

Context is this -- last night, I took the train out to Long Island for a Passover Sedar with my family. For a few hours, we ate, drank and felt merry. The Sedar was a turbo version -- "We were slaves. Now we're free. Let's eat." -- and I got to know my adorable little cousins a little better, which brought me a lot of joy. I felt the love. I felt the gratitude. I felt the moist turkey, hot chicken soup (a "pullet" is a small chicken) and pot roast in my belly. Yum.

It was not until after I got home to my NYC apartment at around 11:30pm that I became acutely aware of an aching loneliness. The feeling of separation hit me and quite honestly, it was baffling. I was just feeling good. Why did I feel the opposite so quickly? What kind of fear or illusion did I fall into?

I wasn't really sure but knew the longing was for a connection that runs even deeper than what I have with my family. It manifested in my mind as soulmate love. Someone who will be my husband, life partner, father of my children, best friend for life. I felt like THAT would be the answer. If I had THAT relationship, I would feel if not complete than at least connected again. Safe. Without said relationship, I curled up with my evening meditation audio and fell asleep.

When I woke up this morning, I didn't just wake up from 7 1/2 hours of much needed sleep. I woke up from the illusion I went to bed with, the illusion that connection with someone or something in the physical space could ever possibly replace the deepest connection I've got, which is the connection with the Source energy in the spiritual space.

No matter what I choose to call it these days -- and sometimes I do choose God while other times I prefer Higher Power or Source -- I am on board. My soulmate love that I long for is in this connection. What Louise reminded me this morning is that when I am connected to my soulmate Source, I am most capable of ATTRACTING that which I need and desire. It becomes a matter of allowing and manifesting, rather than controlling or pushing.

I am 100% sure that the greatest gift of being a single woman is the opportunity to form a deeper spiritual connection with Source energy, the best result of which is a deeper connection to myself. Kindness and compassion are a consistent side effect of my spiritual practice (meditation, prayer, affirmations, movement, creativity, service) and as I become more loving and basically NICER to myself, I tend to attract people who will treat me with the same level of kindness and love. It's awesome.

That is all. :)

XO, L

Upcoming Show Info -- Disjointed Love Shorts Mar 21-24!

Good morning!

I am so excited to invite you to DISJOINTED LOVE SHORTS: A COMEDY IN PIECES, running from March 21-24 at the Alchemical Theater. This collection of original, short comedies (chosen from over 100 submissions) with a unifying theme "Disjointed Love" is brought to you by TICKET 2 ETERNITY PRODUCTIONS! In SHOW 1: THE NIGHT BEFORE, I am acting and one of my new plays, TECHNO AND TAROT, is included in the collection. For SHOW 2: THE MORNING AFTER, I am the director and will also be performing. I can't say enough great things about the amazing cast and Ticket 2 Eternity creative team! Let us entertain you!!!

Just CLICK ON THIS LINK TO PURCHASE TICKETS! The cost is $20 for one show or $30 for both shows. Industry comps are available. Please email ticket2eternityproductions@gmail.com to make your request.

Show 1: The Night Before
Directed by Adyana de la Torre
THE PLAYERS
CATE WEINBERG, SAM BANAEE, LARIS MACARIO, BRETT THOMAS MIRO, AUSTIN YOUNG, IAN CAMPBELL DUNN, MARIANA FERNANDEZ, MANDY MOSS, KRISTIN SMITH, JAY RIVERA, LINDSAY B. DAVIS AND BRENDAN WAHLERS


THE PLAYWRIGHTS
Mila Golubov, Sarah e Jacobs, Marcus Yi, Adam Pasen, V.E. Kimberlin, Daniel Guyton, Mark Harvey Levine, Ron Burch, Jason Parker Green, and Lindsay Brooke Davis

Show 2: The Morning After
Directed by Lindsay Brooke Davis

THE PLAYERS
CATE WEINBERG, LARIS MACARIO, AUSTIN YOUNG, ADYANA DE LA TORRE, BRENDAN WAHLERS, ALEX STINE, CHLOE PATELLIS, JAY RIVERA, LINDSAY BROOKE DAVIS, ANGELA RODRIGUEZ, IAN CAMPBELL DUNN, AND KRISTIN SMITH


THE PLAYWRIGHTS
Daniel Guyton, Mark Harvey Levine, Sara Ilyse Jacobson, David MacGregor, Matthew Ethan Davis, Nina Mansfield, Barbara Lindsay, Jimmy T. Martin, Duncan Pflaster and Alex Dremann

And here's what else I've been up to the last few months!
I sang live with singer/songwriter Dan Avery at Jason Patrick's birthday party/benefit for the charity God's Love We Deliver.

I acted in a staged reading of a new feature film in development called SAFFRON FIELDS OF FIRE, written by Talaiya Ahmed Safdar.

I reviewed Lincoln Center Theater's new play, ANN, for Passport Magazine's Broadway Blog.

I became the co-host of a weekly talk radio show called Spiraling Inspiration on Blog Talk Radio. We are gratefully averaging over 1000 downloads per episode! LISTEN to an episode (or all 8) for FREE here!
All the best and thank you for your continued support!

See you in a few days at Disjointed Love Shorts: A Comedy in Pieces!

Lindsay