Art Matters|Santa Fe Brings Full House to Casweck Galleries and Full Donation Bin to the Food Depot

Art Matters|Santa Fe at Casweck Galleries means more than just visual art. After the huge success of “Motherhood Out Loud” staged reading, Casweck Galleries will follow with Brant Kingman who will talk about Dream scape and Inspiration while continuing to support the needy with donations for the Food Depot.

Santa Fe, NM (PRWEB) October 23, 2013

Art Matters|Santa Fe matters in more ways than one might imagine. With the highly successful staged reading of “Motherhood Out Loud” by Janet Davidson’s For Giving Productions on Saturday Oct. 19th, Casweck Galleries partnered with the Food Depot, collecting non perishable food items for needy families.

The full to capacity evening brought down the house and filled the 50 gallon drum with much needed food items. “Motherhood..” was performed by Marika Sayers, Alisia Downing, Debrianna Mansini, Alaina Warren Zachary, Christopher Dempsey, and Kelly Kiernan. David Lamb, Entrepreneur and audience member said “Janet, Motherhood Out Loud was fantastic. YOU are a Magician. What a dazzling evening. Thank you so much for assembling such inspired professionals to share inspiring (funny) work…”. The evening was followed with a lively panel discussion on Art and the Family , led by Lisa Samuel of Samuel Design Group. Actors Debrianna Mansini, Kelly Kiernan and Director Janet Davidson joined Samuel in speaking to the challenges of family, inspiration, finances and creativity. [Read the rest of the article here]

Little Lake Theatre – Motherhood Out Loud – July 2, 2013

By Doug Shanaberger

From the get-go, Sunny Disney Fitchett has taken very seriously the artistic director’s responsibility of creating a full season calender each year at Little Lake Theatre, though not so seriously that the anecdotes behind her choices are without their own entertainment value.

As a reporter, I’ve been privy to quite a few of those anecodotes since 1993, the year Sunny became the company’s A.D.  And I’ve enjoyed them all.  Maybe a friend encouraged her to read a play, and she ended up loving the characters and the heartbreaking or funny moments that shaped their lives even more than she expected to.  Or something between the lines, an elusive ingredient—a charm, a sweetness, a relatable quality—made her aware that the author’s work as a whole was perfect for the actors at Little Lake.

What ever caught her attention, the enthusiasm she had for the words on the page was contagious.

But in the case of “Motherhood Out Loud”?

There must be, I thought, an interesting tale explaining how this little-known collection of scenes and monologues that deal with parenting, mostly from a woman’s point of view, found its way to Washington County’s oldest theater group and a place under the spotlight.

The truth … [Read the rest of the article here]

Anna Bose, the Stage Manager of the Actors Summit Theatre’s production of MOTHERHOOD OUT LOUD, writes about her experience working on the play

When asked to stage manage Actors’ Summit Theater’s production of “Motherhood Out Loud” I accepted without much thought on how the show might effect me. Being only 22 years old I have not taken the leap into motherhood in my life yet and really didn’t think this show would have any type of impact on me at all because of that. As rehearsals began I soon came to realize that most of the stories I could relate to not only the relationship I have with my mother but also the one I have with my step-mother. My parents got divorced when I was seven and both remarried. Because of this I have experienced things most people don’t and am lucky enough to have two every different relationships with two mother figures in my life. Working on this show was like a trip down memory lane for me and I think for our cast as well. It was nice at rehearsal talking about our real life experiences that related to the scenes we were working on. This gave each scene a personal feeling that everyone can relate to and brought our cast closer together. For me one scenes that hit home with me was “Stars and Stripes”. My boyfriend has been in the Navy for almost a year now and the scene expresses perfectly what goes on in every head of a person with a loved one in the military. You prepare for the worst so you can be ready if it does happen and you want to do everything you can to make sure they come home.

When my parents got divorced my mom and I didn’t have a good relationship for a long time. It wasn’t till I moved to my dad’s and the next year college that we really formed the amazing bond we now have.  My mom came to see the show this past weekend and had one of the best reaction to this show then any other theater productions I have ever worked on. During rehearsal of this show my grandmother passed away and it was a hard time for all of us. I had not always got along with her and neither had my mother but her passing was difficult. After the show I talked to her and she absolutely loved it. She started crying and said I wish your grandmother could have been here she would have loved this show. I don’t know how my grandmother found out, probably from my mom, but she always knew when my opening nights were for every show i did and she would call me and wish me luck. This was the first show that I did not get that call from her and it was defiantly a hard opening night for me. In honor of her I wore one of her daisy pins to keep her memory with me. My mom wished my grandmother was there but I know she was there watching over both of us in that moment and would be proud of both of us.

This show not only brought my mom and I closer together but also the cast. We got a glimpse into each other’s life and shared personal stories that bonded us as a group. I never thought going into this show that I would have all of these wonderful memories shared and also remembered but also this show helped me through losing my grandmother. I am so thankful to be apart of a show like this and cannot wait to share some of these experiences when I have children in the future.

Lifetime Out Loud: Review of ‘Motherhood Out Loud’ at Southampton Cultural Center

Any mothers, daughters, sons, or fathers who have enjoyed an afternoon of Lifetime Network programing need to grab their tissue boxes and head straight over to the Southampton Cultural Center for Michael Disher’s Center Stage production of “Motherhood Out Loud.“

I had no idea to expect from this show, I had never heard of the play and the only thing I compared it to in my mind was that one woman play, “Why Don’t You Like Me?” from the “Friends” episode, “The One With The Soap Opera Party.” For those of you who are “Friends”-philes such as myself, you know that this play is a ranting, raving, obnoxious diatribe about the hardships of woman hood from tampons to dateless proms. In the words of Chandler, “Could I have BEEN more wrong?”

Told in a series of vignettes throughout five chapters, this play is about parenthood from birth, rearing, letting go, and eventually becoming the parented… [Read the rest of the review here]

Motherhood Out Loud extended at the Avenue Theater!

Bonus photos: My night with Motherhood Out Loud

See the full story and all the photos here!


A Note From a Motherhood Out Loud Cast Member

Hi Susan. I’m one of the cast members of Motherhood in Denver and I just wanted to thank you for creating such an incredible show. We had a phenomenal opening weekend, complete with standing ovations every night. I’ve pretty much done improv and sketch comedy my whole stage-performing life. This show has catapulted me into an entirely new performing stratosphere and I couldn’t be luckier and happier. We’ll be getting some video of the show during the run so I’m sure we’ll be able to get some of it to you and the writers. Thanks again!

-Jeff Kosloski

The Motherhood Out Loud  September 2012 Email Blast

A Motherhood Out Loud Experience

By David Johnston

I am currently in rehearsals as the lone male in the Invisible Theatre’s production of “Motherhood Out Loud” in Tucson, AZ.

I have to begin by saying I have never been to a table read for any other play where we had to stop four times to pass around the tissues.  Not because it is sad-quite the contrary-because it is filled with so much heart.

I have two monologues that are so close to my own story I feel as if they were written with me in mind.

10 years ago I was to be the sperm donor for my sister and her partner’s child. My sister-in -law was to carry and I could make their child genetically linked. I went through a battery of tests-only to unfortunately find out I didn’t have very active swimmers.  We went to plan B which involved invitro with an annonymous donor.  I was now just on the perifery but I was going through the excitement with my sisters.  My sister-in-law got pregnant and only carried 12 weeks.  The emotions ran high for months.  She endured several more attempts-getting pregnant each time and each time losing the child at about 12 weeks.  The added difficulty of miscarriage is how unfeeling others can be.  “You can try again”, “It wasn’t meant to be I guess”.  Those are comments from people who knew she was with child-because she never got to the point of showing.  The private mourning became too much for them.  They discussed switching to my sister carrying a child but decided they did not want to deal with one partner being able to do what the other could not.  They decided to adopt and/or foster.

They were on several lists and had all of the items needed for a toddler in their home.

One morning,  they got a call from a hospital telling them there was a newborn available for adoption but they needed an answer in twenty minutes-there are others waiting to adopt as well.  My sisters of course screamed yes and went directly to the hospital.  They brought their daughter home, wrapped in a tablecloth-the only thing resembling a baby blanket that they had.  They were well prepared for a toddler but had nothing for a newborn.

The following morning, all of their local friends were lined up at their door with everything they needed. “Brave new world”!

Knowing how much they wanted a child and what they were willing to go through to be parents, it takes my breath away to think of a surrogate offering to help create a family.  What a loving thing to do.

My mother fell getting out of an elevator about 8 years ago.  She hit her head and needed stitches.  Did she trip, have a stroke or get dizzy? We don’t know and at this point it doesn’t really matter.  It was the first sign that things were changing.  My parents then moved to Tucson because I live here and would  be available to keep an eye on them.  They were young-68-active-they walked everywhere-and healthy.  Other than her accident, my mother had never been in a hospital except to deliver each of her 5 children.  I was invited to have lunch at their condo one day and Mom had set the table.  Each place setting had three pieces of flatware and they were all spoons.  My father held up a spoon and said “I need a fork” my mother responded “That is a fork”.This sign was clear as could be.  Her diagnosis of Alzheimer’s came shortly after.  I recall her frustration when she could not find the right words and just shouted “shit” instead.  I remember her saying she was now broken.  We went through the ginko and the garlic and curry and the crossword puzzles and favorite old books.

They had to move out of the condo when Mom could no longer manage the stairs-she developed a visual aphasia-her world was tipped to one side.  They moved to a senior living environment.  This was a big help.  It gave Mom  social opportunities and got Dad out of the kitchen because meals were prepared in the dining room.

As the child living near my parents, I became the eyes and ears for my out of town sisters.  I tried to keep them informed as the disease progressed with detailed e-mails and phone calls.  Mom was able to stay with Dad for about a year in this new environment.  I was called upon multiple times to calm her down and talk her through some issue.  She was convinced that my father was having women over “when I am not here”.  Seeing as my parents were always together, it was clear that there was no time when Mom wasn’t there-at least physically.  I had to convince my father that the best way to calm her and move forward was to appologize and assure her it would never happen again.  He said “I didn’t do anything wrong”  I explained that in her mind it was all true.  It broke my heart to watch him tell her how sorry he was and that he would not upset her again.

We ended up placing her in care about three and a half years ago.

As of today she is blind, wheel-chair bound and basically does not speak.  She has not known me or my father for about 2 and a half years.

I visit once a week and sing to her.  She recognized my singing voice in a crowded room about three years ago-if she on some level knows that I am there I am happy to sing for her.  I always sing the same song-”Over the Rainbow” because that was the song I sang the last time I knew she knew who I was.  My mother taught me compassion for all living beings.  If I can live my life with that compassion and share it with others-I can honor her.

Mini Me

by Robin Gorman Newman, founder of

Had an interesting conversation with a friend last week.

Like me, she is an adoptive mom.

Her kids know they are adopted, as does my son.  It’s not a big deal in our respective households.  We’ve always been open.

During our chat, she was venting about her kids.  It was one of those days.  We all have them.

Part of what came up was how adoption is a “leap of faith.”  Often, depending on the circumstances, you have little, if any, medical information, about the birth parents.  In our case, for example, we don’t know who the birth father is.   We decided we could live with that.

When kids are adopted from an orphanage, you typically know nothing of the birth parents. Ours was a domestic adoption, but hers was foreign.

On one hand, you could say that having the medical information would be helpful so perhaps you can anticipate what you might be dealing with.  But, really, as a parent, you can never predict the health of your child.  Best you can do is take care of them, and yourself.

I’ve never dwelled one way or the other re: the fact that Seth is adopted.  It’s a non-issue for us.  I’ve never thought about who he is like or does or doesn’t look like.  I take pleasure in him…his infectious laugh…..huge empathy….curiosity about the world…………love of animals….etc.  You could say nature vs. nurture.

Who knows?!

My friend, on the other hand, told me how she has said to her kids…”You have daddy’s eyes”….and things of the like.  She felt it was endearing, and to her, made less of their being adopted because it came naturally to her to say that.  She loves her kids and also doesn’t think of them as being adopted, and she truly sees similarities.

Part of me wondered…did she have need to say that?

Was it important to her or her child that they bore some biological similarity?

I laugh if strangers ever say Seth looks like Marc or I because it is so not important to us.  He’s himself.

I wonder how other parents see their kids.  Do they delight if they feel they’ve created a mini me?  Does  that make them love them even more?  I presume not.  I suppose that perhaps they find it fun to see if their child is taking on resemblances, traits, interests, etc.  Perhaps it’s a way to relive their own childhood to some extent?

I had a friend who ultimately adopted after we did.  She experienced fertility challenges, with her husband, for years, but blatantly would proclaim how she wanted a “mini him.”  With each failed IVF attempt, that continued to be her mantra.  Until the day she met Seth.   Then, she came to realize firsthand that adoption can be wonderful, and you get the child you are meant to raise (if you believe that….I do).  And, she and her husband never looked back, as they adopted their daughter.  She is not a mini me of either of them, and it doesn’t matter.  She’s their love. And, they couldn’t love her more.

Robin Gorman Newman