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Welcome one and all!

Well, here we go, another round of blogging and networking. Hope this blog sees that you are well and healthy, nicely cared for and loved greatly.

Here, I will attempt to dialog my exploits in the theatre. I am a singer and an actor, and also do some tech work, but I'm trying to ween myself off that. With that all in mind, hopefully there will be many wondrous stories for me to tell. From the music to the people to the magic of making theatre happen. Loves!

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