It’s still Tuesday in my part of the world-lol-so I wanted to make sure to get this in:
I’ll be presenting my first Bay Area Showcase of my one-woman show, The Deportee’s Wife on September 20th.
And while I love performing like I love my pretzel rods – lol – can I tell you what will be the most amazing thing for me that night?
My husband Picasso will be in the audience for the very first time at one of my performances here in the U.S.
That, my dear friends, means everything to me. Because there’s always a moment when I’m on stage in the States when my heart shatters. I’ll see a picture of myself and Picasso on the screen while I’m performing, or a picture of just him up there. And as happy as I am to be performing, I always mourn the fact that Picasso only can be with me through flat pictures.
Part of my post-show ritual in the U.S. has always been to call my husband and thank him for allowing to tell part of his and our story.
And now very soon, for the first time since I started performing this show over six years ago, I’ll be able to thank him in person post-show.
Man, I’m tearing up just writing those words. And within my tears of joy is this fierce and relentless and never-ending wish:
May all of you with deported family members have your own version of being in the same audience with your loved ones on a crisp autumn night.