What's Leftover?

Press Woman Loreen Mills with Penny Sinone, OCCUPY Santa Fe

Monday, October 24th, 2011

"We ALL do better when We ALL do better".

I believe this. I think that this is true. How about you?
OCCUPY New York, Washington, D.C.; Philadelphia, PA.; Los Angeles, California; Santa Fe. New Mexico; Europe, Asia, Africa, THE WORLD! This month has been a time for occupation indeed. As the leaves fall around us, our physical world is transcending. We watch. We witness the palette of colors. We feel the air as it touches our skin. For some of us who are absorbed in thoughts of occupation as we move in and out of parks, state buildings, sidewalks and streets, this is a time for change. It is a necessity. It is as though a wave is slowly moving, heading towards us and we must choose- run away, go with it, lay down and drown. We are preoccupied with a choice.

I am not a particularly fabulous writer, nor thinker, nor actor. But one thing I know for sure.
I feel better when my community feels better; when we all have food to eat; when we all have opportunities to read, to learn, to live in a safe and healing environment. When we all can share our thoughts and feelings without threat of punishment; when we all love and feel that love in return. For me this means that we, meaning all one hundred percent of us, are a community. When all one hundred percent of us shows up for this communal living! When all one hundred percent of us has the same opportunities for liberty and the pursuit of happiness. When we all do better because we all do better.

What's Leftover?

Monday, August 15th, 2011

Colorful cans on the boardwalk on Coney Island keep the trash off the boards,

the conversations gay, the artists of these creations working. Bravo to the

Islanders who made this possible.

What's Leftover?

Thursday, August 4th,

What's leftover from the birthday celebration? Words from the Tenement Museum's Tour Guide, "...and the children went down the back stairs, two flights to the out house which was next to the single well across from the bar and waited their turn ( there were 22 families in their house); smells from a world's best pizza, dreams of bodies entwined at the Joyce Theatre's presentation of Pilobolus, a slight headache from the after hours party with Jimmy and his sweetheart, Tanya, and echos of Tom's birthday song. Best of all, what's leftover is me and you, my friends after sixty one years! I am grateful we are in the same world.

What's Leftover?

Sunday, July 3rd, 2011

What's Leftover? Mrs. Mayfair! And you can hear all about here at the
Filling Station Theatre's SoloFest "3-1" starting July 8th, 2011.
I am excited to have been asked to return to this festival.

The owners of the Filling Station Theatre, David and Beth, are committed
to bringing innovative theatre to New Mexico. David and Beth have
dedicated this festival to giving local performers a "chance and a space" to present
monologue performances (a wonderful opportunity in an area where there
are not too many places available). Thanks David and Beth!

Hope I'll see you there! I will be performing on Sunday, July 10th at 5:00PM
and on Saturday, July 16th at 8:00 PM

You belong, Whereever you are!

A Dirty Sally Design Coming Soon.

Dirty Sally is currently in search of an investor to produce her first T-Shirt,
I Belong! The design idea came out of the dumps where Dirty Sally met her first dump friend, Piojo Rojo. For more information on the origin of the design, check out the first ten pages of the book,The Dump Chronicles, here on the blog site!

And...Where will the shirt be sold? Dirty Sally is also working on her very own store RIGHT HERE!!! Please, check back soon.

Remembering Miss Pearl

Wednesday, May 11th, 2011

Miss Pearl Foster walked away from her shell yesterday. What
she left behind are many stories of her "antics". Miss Sam Waidler
will never forget the Chocolate Maven 21st birthday cake that
Miss Pearl discovered BEFORE the party began. Linda remembers the lovely white hairs and remnants of daisies that Miss Pearl so creatively left behind on the porch, the lawn, etc. and the many times that Ritz (who now rests next to Pearl) and Miss Pearl romped in the dirt, on the lawn, down the driveway looking for adventures. Hillary and Pascal chuckle at the white dog who resembled their "Mambo". Seems Miss Pearl broke into their house, ate a five pound bag of dog food and then escaped through the dog door. And then there is the Tom story of waking up quite early in the morning by kisses only to discover that it was Miss Pearl demanding a walk-at six am. Evelyn says "she gave me more love and a scare when I went to feed her and thought she was kidnapped only to discover Miss Pearl had opened the door, let herself in and ate everything she could find . " But my favorite remembrance is that of Miss Pearl taking a stroll through the acequia, leading the other dogs (The Bart Lewis Gang) as though she were the Queen on the Mesa De Puleo. Yes, she might have left her shell but what remains is a legend of a creature who was gentle, ferocious in her quest for food, acceptance of other creatures and most of all - generous in her acceptance of me. Tolerant of my monologue rehearsals in which she was the ONLY audience member. Forgiving of my odd habits. Always willing to "get up and go" on a moment's notice. Never running away from my laugh (which is known to be very loud). Most of all, generous with her love which seemed to have no end. Yes, I'll miss her physical presence. Yes, I am grateful that she taught me how to be a better friend (and yikes, did I ever need some lessons). But I know I will grin whenever I hear a paper bag rustle for I'll know it's an angel called Miss Pearl Foster in search of one last treat!

Thursday, May 6th, 2011

What's leftover?

What's leftover are thoughts of friends who have "transcended"
this lifetime- but have left behind everlasting words: Joe Manuel's booming voice as he chided me (which he did often) "... don't sweat the small stuff and make it bigger stuff"; a memory of Mary Branham's red hair, silver jewels, black suit and mischievous laughter as she walked away from me and her Mexican friend, Rico (at a famous Mexican ruin)saying, "...I've already done it once, but if you want to climb up 'The Moon'- go right ahead!"; Momma's threats to us when we'd ignore her, "...and don't send me flowers when I'm dead because they're not going to do me any good THEN."; my sweet other mother, Mary Buckley who would look me straight in the eye, shaking her head, "...you're so goofy Pen but don't ever change, okay?" and last, but not least, Shirley Salazar my dear, dear Oakie buddy who smoked like a feind, drank margaritas with gusto and danced like there was no tomorrow- "...and I don't give a damn if I'm crazy Pen cause I've had so much fun gittin' there girlfriend."

Still smiling from your words after all these years my friends. That's what's leftover. Me and You! Happy Mother's Day to every kind of mother every where!

COMING SOON. . .

Coming soon . . . photographs from "Ones from the Heart" production last month!

What's Leftover?

What goes UP must come DOWN

Spinning Wheels got to go round...

Back on the ground again from a ride on the FerrisWheel with Steven Schlam...memories of
an opening night, figs on a cheese plate, laughter in the studio, red roses from the Bart Lewis
Gang (Puppo, Miss Pearl and Mr. Tuff) a sweet man named Thomas in a wool cap sneaking past the kitchen window, ashes in the wood stove, an empty paint chipped glider, hangers on the studio wall where once there were flowers framed in pine , an empty cabernet bottle, gummy bears spilling from the plastic bag in an oblong box, promises of a future show with Linda Storm, petals from Evelyn's bouquet scattered on the wooden table, a wrinkled tan skirt, a vintage handbag covered with fingerprints, a can quarter- filled with sun tan lotion AND and a smile though my heart is broken! That's what's leftover thanks to Maura Dhu Studi!

Oh, almost forgot (whew) ...YOU! That's who else is leftover. Yea.

see the performance VIDEO- click here

Washboard road players

Thursday, February 10th, 2011



New players in town!



A new group of actors, the Washboard Road Players, will be performing

in March, 11-13th at the El Museo Cultural. The evening of one act

plays, directed by the respected Maura dhu Studi, will offer themes

of love, titled, "Ones from the Heart".



This accomplished cast of actors, Rick Vasquez, Deborah Hayden,

Sylvie Obledo, Penny Sinone, Hillary Elliot, Magdalyn , Rob and

Steven Schlam, are no strangers to the stage. Each has participated,

in some fashion, to the life of the theatre.



This showcase features the work of a year long, in some cases, two year

study with the director.




What's leftover?



Candle wax on the window, silky white hairs from sleeping dog on the studio

rug, marshmello ice on the patio bricks leftover from the storm, remnants

of tea bag used five times, echoes of Hillary's voice, "That damn bag......."

Memories of Jimmy Cahalan before he transcended this life, prayer flags

gently flapping in the breeze, a coupon flyer in the driveway, ashes in the

wood stove; an unanswered prayer and a missed text, stamps before the

last rate hike and a sore butt from spinning class. What's leftover is you.

What's leftover is me.