Where Are You Airdrie?

The creative arts are the measure and reflection of our civilization. They offer many children an opportunity to see life with a larger perspective…The moral values we treasure are reflected in the beauty and truth that is emotionally transmitted through the arts. The arts say something about us to future generations. – Ann P. Khan

Dear Airdrie,

Where are you?

You say you’re an arts town, a town that supports the arts, but where are you?  Where are you when professional artists fill the stage at Bert Church Theatre with their unique sound?  Where are you when Airdrie’s youth take the stage to show off their budding talent?  Where are you when local musicians bare their soul in haunting melodies and upbeat choruses?  Where are you when local artists proudly display their works of art?  Where are you when local playwrights present their original pieces?  Arts is an integral part of any community, but like anything, if a community doesn’t use it, or appreciate it, the community will lose it.  Arts have been in your community for years.

The arts are at AIRScares.  The arts are at Airdrie Zombie Cup.  The arts are at Dine for a Difference.  The arts are at Empty Bowls.  The arts are at Colour Me Red.  The Arts are at Relay for Life.  The arts are at Race for Kids.  The art are at the Mayor’s Run.  The arts were at the Alberta Summer Games. The arts shop local.  The arts eat local.  The arts support the community.  But where is the community for the arts?

Art is more than just what it can do for you.  Art is more than entertaining at an already established event.  Art is more than just donating a song, an album, a painting, some tickets.

This community needs to give back to the arts.  A community gives back with time.  Take the time to listen to the songs, look at the painting, the photograph, the carving.  Take the time to sit and be taken away by actors on the stage.  Take the time.

A community giving back is not always about what money can be spent.  Members of community arts groups love what they do, so it’s their money going in.  Did you know that?  If there’s a lack of sponsorship, events still happen; the cost is just dearer.  People who are in the arts believe in the arts, and will give to the arts their time, their resources, their everything.  It’s only when their everything doesn’t seem to be enough for a community who says they love the arts when people get discouraged and art becomes a trial.

Do you love the arts?  Or do you only like the arts when it can do something for you?


Living Like Pat

Let us be elegant or die! – Little Women

It’s Pat is a film based on an SNL character.  Throughout the film, we never know if Pat is male or female.

Ever felt like that?

I don’t mean gender identification.  Even though this blog is only opinion (sometimes, very strong opinion), I don’t have enough knowledge to talk about gender identification.  If that’s something you’re struggling with, or looking for information, here’s somewhere you can start.

The damsel in distress.  The knight-errant.  From early on, literature portrayed women as those who needed to be rescued, and men can cut their teeth on bravery by saving them, and usually rewarded by that woman’s hand in marriage.  In just about every romance novel that formula remains the same.  Geez, even in the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy (which I find many things wrong with), our “heroine” needs to be saved by the dashing “hero”, and that strengthens their “relationship”.

That’s what we’re taught.  How many women read those and swoon inwardly, then go to their happy day-dreaming place and imagine themselves in peril only to be rescued at the eleventh hour by whoever tops their fantasy?  I don’t think there’s any one of us who hasn’t had that daydream.

But why is that?  I can’t tell you how many times the “damsel in distress”, whatever distress it is, gets the attention of all who are around.  Women are taught they should appear weak and needy in order for men to know they are required and desired.

That’s pretty crappy for both parties.  It’s telling women they need to be rescued, and it’s telling men they need to be the rescuers.

That doesn’t work for me.  It never has.  In my earlier, less confident years, when all around me I was being bombarded with reasons I should be in a relationship, people asking me why I wasn’t, how lonely it must be, and – my favourite – stories of women in their 40’s and 50’s who were getting married for the first time, so there’s still a chance for me.  Congrats and all, but really?

So, all around me, twitterpation was in progress.  Because of how my mind worked, I tried to find (what I thought was) logical reasons to my pervasive singleness (impending spinster-hood?).  So  I looked to my friends.  It seemed to me that they were closer to the archetype of femininity than I was.  There weren’t birds braiding their hair or anything, but there were clear indicators, such as the meal cooker.  With the small exceptions, at that time in my life, it was the ladies who cooked for their partners.  While I *can* cook, I don’t.  In fact, I’m very proud of the fact I’m planning to pre-cook my lunch for the upcoming week, because for as long as I can remember, I’ve preferred going the easy way.  Back when I could eat salad, that’s pretty much what I lived on: chicken caesar salad, or if I was feeling very ambitious, taco salad.  Only on special occasions did I make lasagna.  5-7 years later, I can’t eat salad (I know!).  When I was doing the lifestyle challenge, I tried very hard to pre-cook, pre-plan and eat properly, but I’m sad to say, I’m back to my old habits.  Back when I was desperately trying to understand why I wasn’t in the same boat as my friends – paired up – I thought no small part of it was because I just wasn’t feminine enough.   I’d failed in my gender duty.  I also hate doing laundry, cleaning, dishes, everything that was taught to me by my mother on running a household.  I won’t even get into the species of weird that grows in my fridge on a regular basis (did you know cucumbers melt?  I didn’t know that.  I also didn’t know I even HAD cucumbers in the fridge.  That’s how infrequently I even go to the fridge).  Was/is there something wrong with me?

That’s the problem with comparisons.  Who decides the base model is the correct one?

But wait, there’s more.

I’m a fairly independent person.  If I want to do something, chances are I’m going to have to do it myself.  And you know?  It means I do a lot of things other people don’t, because they don’t want to do it themselves.  Independence is liberating.  It also makes me wonder if I’m painting myself in a corner.  Ever thought that?

I don’t need to be rescued.  I rarely find myself in the middle of the road with a car barreling toward me with no hope of escape.  I can’t think of the last time I was held hostage with the bad guys using me as a mouthpiece to the (probably single) negotiator.  I could use a glass of water though, if anyone’s offering.  Naw, it’s okay; I’ll get up and get it myself.

Men, you don’t need to rescue me.  You don’t have to prove yourself as masculine as I am feminine.

So is independence off-putting? Is strength a turn-off?  I mean, yesterday I carried a 25lb box of cat litter with my weak hand through the store, and I thought I looked boss.  Couldn’t have done that without breaking a sweat a few months ago.  Is that impressive, or unfeminine?

Are these labels: feminine and masculine the problem?  Why should I ooze femininity out of my pores just so masculinity will catch a whiff?

We all have other things going for us.  Will I discount a relationship because the dude screams at spiders and we’re both burning the house down?  That actually sounds like a decent match to me.  Why should I think I’m defective because I’d rather buy a new set of dishes than wash the dirty ones?

It’s Pat?  No, it’s Kim, who likes getting her nails done, but wandered around a barn in flipflops without missing a beat.  Who hates shopping, but tries to find her perfect angle while capturing that selfie.  Who watches The Walking Dead, but voms when she sees someone spitting.  Who turned to the internet for assistance when she couldn’t figure out the vacuum, but calls her dad when the car makes a funny noise (who in turn tells her to read the manual…psh).  Kim, who doesn’t need to be rescued, just hanging around, who will maybe find someone who doesn’t need to be the rescuer, but if not, it’s cool too, because life is pretty rad as it is.

Volunteer Fatigue

We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude. – Cynthia Ozick

Volunteer fatigue.  It’s a thing.

All my life I’ve been a volunteer.  If things needed to be done, I was usually right there in the middle.  Some days I wished I could have done more, other days I wished more people would have done something.

But I’m tired.

Too often I’m seeing unfair and unrealistic expectations set on volunteers.  Just because one is volunteering does not mean they are not also professionals, but volunteers are often treated like after thoughts.  I’m not saying we should get our names in lights and a parade, but considering we’re giving up our time, and in some cases money, a certain level of respect is necessary.  Organizing volunteers is similar to herding cats.  It’s the last thing people think about, and why should people think about it?  After all, it’s not like we’re getting paid.

Another unfortunate thing about volunteers is that it’s a very small well.  It’s often the same volunteers at the same events.  It’s not sustainable.  What happens when the faithful volunteers get tired?  Nothing, because there’s no one to take up the mantle.  Tiredness turns into something more extreme, and when those volunteers “take a break”, they rarely come back.

That’s where I’m circling now.

I moved to Airdrie less than two years ago, but even before that, I was driving between Calgary and Airdrie to give my time, and I loved it.  Airdrie is a great town, with a great community.  I love seeing the community support each other, and I wanted to be a part of it.  Except, if I’m being completely honest, it’s a (small) portion of the community helping the larger community.  Which happens.  Not everyone is going to get on board.  Some people just want to go through life doing their own thing.  Diff’rent strokes, after all.

Communities are driven and shaped by not-for-profit organizations and associations.  It’s been great being involved in them, to see the change and improvement they bring.  But it’s also been detrimental.

I’ve been trying to build my own business, and I’m making some progress, but there’s a lot of things I do for free, that if I was getting paid for, there could be some positive changes in my own life.   Like I could actually afford to go on vacation, a much-needed, and at the risk of sounding immodest, much-deserved break.  I have my own dreams and goals, and for the past two years, they’ve been set aside for the good of the many (again, at the risk of sounding immodest).

I’m trying really hard to be level-headed as I write this, because I made the choice to volunteer, and as I said, I like it.  And one does not volunteer to get anything in return, other than the warm feeling in your cockles for doing good.  But to every action, there is a reaction, right?  So what’s the “reaction” to volunteering?  Here’s what it’s been in my experience:  the expectation to do more.  Not, “hey, I acknowledge that you took time to do this for me, and thanks”, but “hey, I need you this day, then this day, then this day.  You can do it, right?”  No.  I can’t do it.  Not anymore.

I find it hard to communicate how unbelievably hurt I was when the people I helped in the past 2-3 years couldn’t find the time to check out my show.  (Conversely, the people who volunteered: Stephanie, Joey, Lindsay, and Alma filled me with joy).  But where were the rest of them?  It’s hard not to think that what I do, what I’m good at is all well and good as long as it fits your purposes, but if it has nothing to do with you, then people couldn’t care less.  So I’m hurt, and disappointed.  But, on the upside, it’s forced me to re-evaluate.  I need to take the time and figure out what I want for me.  Which is difficult, because that sentence sounds super selfish, but I need to take the time for me.  How can I help others at the expense of myself?  It seems counter-productive.

This summer, I’m taking the time to discover what is good for me, and that’s going to mean potentially disappointing people.  That’s learning to say “no”.  And it’s also learning to say “good-bye”.  Perhaps more people will step up if the faithful step back, as hard as that is.

I’m still going to be active in Airdrie’s community; I wouldn’t be who I am if I wasn’t, but it’s going to be different.  Airdrie has a community of 50,000.  How many of them volunteer?  Remember, many hands make light work.  And an invested community is a strong community.

If you want to volunteer, but don’t know where to start, check out local volunteer agencies in your community.  For those of you in Airdrie, check out Volunteer Airdrie.

These Boots are Made for Walking (But the Clothes are Not)

Beware of all enterprises that require a new set of clothes – Henry David Thoreau

Most of you know, or have read about my 3 month lifestyle challenge.  It’s been over now for a month, and for the most part I’ve stuck to the new habits I formed January-April.  Mostly.  I’ve hit a plateau, so will need to reassess, but I’m still going to the gym, I’m running again outside (last week I ran my first non-stop 5K), and I’m *trying* to keep my food habits healthy.  Check out the Airdrie Lifestyle Challenge menu for the posts during the three months.

This post is not about working out; the challenges, the rewards, the sucky moments.

It’s about clothes.

I work out 4 times a week.  At least 3 times a week, I’m running.  It’s safe to say I’m sweating a lot.  Some people don’t like to admit they sweat, but I see my sweat as something to be proud of.  It’s all that fat crying and running away.  Unfortunately I have a hard time doing laundry.  I live in an apartment building that has 3 machines for at least 60 apartments, and it’s closed at a specific time each night.  I was able to do a couple loads of laundry once (on a sick day), but then someone snaked in before I was able to finish.  So I jump from friend to friend, mooching their laundry facilities.  I hate asking, but clothes are more expensive than pride.  That being said, I am not able to do my laundry as often as I’d like, and since I have less workout clothes than other clothes, things get ripe, so I’m off to buy new workout clothes today.

I went to Pennington’s website to acclimate myself to what the store offers.  (I hate shopping, so I pre-shop and go for the clothes I’ve already window shopped).  Their activewear is at best pathetic.  First of all, we’ve got weird flowery designs, and a cute little button-hole top.  WTF?  We’ve got sleeves that are flowers, and the body of the T one solid colour.  Can I just have a moisture wicking shirt that isn’t see through, and won’t constrict my movements?  Of the 20 options, there’s one that caught my eye.  It’s a tank, which is great for summer, and outdoor activities like running.  Then there’s this:


Nex, I checked out what Sport Chek has to offer for women’s workout apparel.  They’re going to have more options in that regard, because that’s their bag, but just look at they offer:



This is pretty standard style.  There’s no weird flair, it’s functional, lightweight, and it’s got some moisture stuff happening.

Why aren’t fat people getting some moisture wicking clothing?  This is something that grinds my gears.  The world is telling us that we need to lose weight, but what the deuce are we supposed to wear while we do it?  Can we not feel some pride in our workout gear?  I already feel like a bit of a weirdo when I run, because, well this:

Can I get some pride back with my cool, functional workout gear?  Is that too much to ask?  Is this just a Canadian problem?  I know that plus sized stores are much better in the States.  It’s a double edged sword though.  I have no other options, so I have to choose what they’re offering, which, to their statistics, or metrics, or whatever it’s called, they think their clothes are a hit.

My only consolation is that in a few months’ time, I’ll be too skinny for their ridiculous shirts, and can wear something for function, and not just because I don’t have a choice.  In the meantime, I’m the one with a weird flowery back paneled-shirt.

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bard

With pomp, with triumph, with revelling.

Even though we’re not 100% sure, April 23, is the day we tend to recognize as William Shakespeare’s birthday. And this one is a big one.  The big 4-5-0.  I can only hope 450 years after my birth my works will be half as popular as Will’s is.

As clichéd as an actor/playwright loving Shakespeare is, I do.  And I don’t care that it is clichéd, because it’s also genuine.  And it also didn’t happen overnight.  I wasn’t huge on him during my formative school years.  We’re not taught true Shakespeare when we’re in high school (and sometimes even in college), because there’s not a lot of people who can do justice to the Bard.  So through my high school career, I read A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Twelfth Night, Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, and King Lear.  In college, I studied Othello.  I also studied, somewhat independently, but in a collegiate environment The Merchant of Venice, and Titus Andronicus.  There is still a lot of Shakespeare I haven’t read, but last year I made a goal to read it all (see Year of the Bard).  I haven’t gotten as far along in that list as I’d like, but I shall continue, and blog my discoveries.

How did I shift from Shakespeare just being some guy we learned about in school to someone I aspire after?  It’s hard to know exactly when it happened, but as I learned more about him, and how he wrote, and how we should (as actors) interpret sentences, grammar, etc., his brilliance shone through.  He’s affected me not only as an actor, but also as a writer.

Shakespeare as an Actor

Shakespeare didn’t have a lot of time between writing and acting.  There was no opportunity to “workshop” a play.  He wrote, they performed.  Sometimes within hours.  So how does one make sure all the nuances of the writer are communicated to the actor?   In the words of course.  We don’t have to dig deep to see what needs to be done directionally if we as actors really examine the words.  Don’t just act blankly, waiting for the director to mould you, but let the words form your character and the director work with that.  Not only is it easier on the director, but you can get a much richer and deeper performance.   I’ve said it before: acting is not just showing up and saying lines.  There’s work.  And it’s worth it.

Shakespeare as a Writer

My writing style has changed since learning about Shakespeare’s writing.  Punctuation means so much more to me.  I tell my kids in P.A.C.K (Performing Arts Classes for Kids) that when they get a script/monologue, to circle any and all punctuation.  The reason for this is two-fold.  I like using drama to teach other skills (for my younger kids, their reading comprehension always grows in the three month period).  I also want them to be aware of when a sentence ends, when something shifts mid-sentence, and when to be excited.  It’s easier for some people than others, and I invariably have some who just don’t know what to do when they see an exclamation mark.  I have my theories (and overuse/misuse is one of them), but I want my kids know what to do when they see a specific punctuation mark.  So writers who don’t have the opportunity to direct your work, how do you make sure your nuances are seen?  I believe a lot of it is in punctuation and sentence structure.  When I write, I don’t write like I would write an essay.  I write the way people talk, so it’s not stiff, so it’s lifelike, so it’s relatable.

Shakespeare as Human

Now I know this is going to sound hokey, but I allow myself to feel, to experience things more deeply, and Shakespeare is behind that.  He’s behind me becoming a better actor, and if I’m not afraid to feel all these emotions on stage in front of a million people (misnomer, more like 70 if I’m lucky), then I shouldn’t be afraid to feel these emotions in front of people I know and trust.

Shakespeare isn’t for everyone.  Someone may get the same results from reading a George R.R. Martin book.  That’s fine with me.  I certainly don’t mean to tell someone they’re not doing things write because they don’t like Shakespeare.  I will ask all who don’t like Shakespeare if it’s because they were forced to read in high school/college?  As we all know, it’s hard (but not impossible) to enjoy something forced on us in order to learn.   Shakespeare is more than a bunch of confusing lines, and words we don’t say anymore, he’s deeper, he’s fuller, and he’s wiser than we give him credit for.

To me, fair friend, you can never be old,

For as you were when first your eye I eye’d,

Such seems your beauty still.

The End

It’s over! – Strongbad

Last week marked the end of the AirdrieLIFEstyle Challenge.  In January, 4 groups set off on a path to better health and fitness.  I had intended to blog my thoughts far more often than I did, but for various reasons, declined.  I did, however, have to mark the ending with one final entry.    I struggled with whether I should, because not everything I have to say is positive, but I am a believer that the truth is the truth, and even great things can have some negative aspects, and that they shouldn’t be hidden under a rug.

It is not my intention to insult, or point fingers, or lay blame.  I am speaking from my experiences, and mine only.

What I didn’t tell a lot of people when we first started this journey is that I almost quit before I began.  As most of you know, my schedule is a bit north of insane.  That being said, when I commit to things, I commit.  And I committed to this challenge.  Trying to figure out group exercises within my schedule was difficult.  But we did it.  I rearranged some of my calendar.  But before that, I was asked how I could ever do this.  I was told my partner was invested and that I better not let her down.  It seemed to me that my schedule was indicative of lack of true commitment, which couldn’t have been further from the truth.  Yes, my schedule was a little hectic, but I was trying to make it work.  I rearranged, I sacrificed, and I invested, and for the first couple of weeks, I was worried that my partner was disappointed she was paired with me.  Of course, if I had just talked to her, and told her all that had been said before we even started, everything would have been cleared up.

It was a little difficult.  Due to scheduling, I wasn’t at Monday workouts, so I felt like I was the odd man out (something that never really left me – to the fault of no one).

About halfway through the challenge, a group bowed out.   It was an individual choice for both of them, and while I was sad I wouldn’t see them at the gym, I understood.  Sometimes when we try to change our life for the better roadblocks pop up and there are times we aren’t equipped to hurdle them.  Just because they’re not at the gym, however, doesn’t mean they’re not working on a better lifestyle.  They’re just doing it in a different manner.  Different means to the same end.

That meant there was 3 groups left, and 1 of them was a group in name only – they weren’t part of the official challenge.  It was direct “competition”, and I don’t do well with that (mostly because historically speaking, I don’t win).  But we were still working away, and losing weight/inches.

I will say, that while I like being a girl most of the time, if we could switch genders any time we wanted, I’d want to be a dude during weight loss.  Sam was incredible!  A legitimate work-out beast, and he saw and is seeing great results!  I swear some of the times, he was just thinking of losing weight and poof! off if would go.  He’s doing the Spartan this summer, so all who are doing that, keep an eye on this guy!

About ¾ of the way through, I got injured.  There was a pinched nerve in my shoulder, and it took a couple of weeks and massage appointments to get it back to fighting form.  I’m still having trouble with it, but I’ve learned I’ve been doing some exercises wrong, which may have exacerbate it in the first place, so I’m confident it’ll be 100% soon.

There was drama.  A LOT of drama.  There were hurtful things said.  The fellowship was broken.

The last week with our original trainer was my performance week not only for my kids’ classes, but for my own show, so I wasn’t able to get to the gym.  When we first started, we took measurements.  When we don’t see results on the scale, more often than not, we see results on the measuring tape.  I missed out on that final measuring, so I don’t really have a full indication of how well I did in that 3 months, and I’m little bummed about that.  Yes, I know the blue team didn’t win the competition, but I didn’t really care about that.  I paid for a year’s membership about 3 weeks before the challenge was over.  Yes, it would have been nice to not pay for three extra months, but before I was even chosen to be a participant in this challenge, I had been planning to get a gym membership.  That’s just a roundabout way of saying I want to know how many inches I lost, but that number is forever lost to me.

But it’s not all bad news.  My partner and I are still working out together, with a new trainer.  Something I thought that was disappointing about this challenge is that there’s no transition period.  It’s work out classes 3 times a week, then when it’s over, we’re pushed out of the nest.  Even though the blue team didn’t win the big prize, we’ve committed to our journey in the long term, so our push out the nest isn’t so bad.  In fact, I’m enjoying it more.  Yes, there’s accountability, yes there’s challenging exercises, but there isn’t the “this is over in 3 months so then what do I do?” thought hanging over my head.

I’m still not sure I’m glad I joined the challenge.  I’m glad at the direction my health and fitness journey has taken.  I’m glad I’ve met some great people – people who will continue to encourage me, but sometimes the interim was not was I expecting.  And that interim was so disheartening at times that it made me question everything.

But here I am.  Before and after.  I have had people come up to me and tell me how wonderful I look, and that’s all the encouragement I need to continue doing this.  I am far more confident.  I’m going for things I never would have before.  My dreams have become bigger, but also tangible. PhotoGrid_1397353469088

And our group.  Some of us might not see each other again.  We might see each other in passing, and give a friendly nod, or a smile.  We might have coffee dates for years to come.  But whatever happens in the future, we will always have those 3 months of struggle, of minor defeat, and major success.  We saw ourselves stretch our level of ability to unimaginable lengths.  And we didn’t die, so there’s a plus.  I know this journey isn’t over for any of us, so good luck, keep pushing, and don’t quit.


How Do You Support the Arts?

Every artist was first an amateur. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

What is art to you?

It could be a photograph, a movement piece, a song, a poem, a painting, a drawing, a garden, a novel.  The list can go on and on and we still would never see the end of it.  That’s the beauty of art.  It is all encompassing, surrounding us all, in all we say and do.  Art shows us our culture.  It reminds us of who we are.  It tells us what we are doing today, and who we can become tomorrow.  If we don’t have art, how can we as a people, know who we are?

In this age of grassroots movements, individuals and small groups are standing up for art and conveying it to the community at large.  There’s slam poetry groups, there’s art meetings, there’s community theatre, there’s writing clubs, and so much more.  They’re doing it because they are passionate about the medium, and their message, and they’re doing it so YOU will hear.

When then is it so difficult to find community members at these events?

Do you support the arts?  Sure, you may have voted for the individual or the political party who said they support the arts, but what about YOU?  Support is more than lip service.  Support is more than dropping some money at a fundraiser.  Support is going to the events, seeing what the artists have created, listening to their soul, and being a part of it all.  Maybe your life will be changed; maybe you’ll just have an an enjoyable evening with a friend or lover, or by yourself.

So where are you?

Where are you during local art gatherings?  Where are you during concerts held by local singer/songwriters?  Where are you during community theatre productions?  These people are telling your story.

We recently put on a show.  It ran for 3 nights and we didn’t break 70 people.  In a city of 50,000, we had less than 70 people show up.  Where were you?  Were you afraid about the content when you heard it was original?  Did you forget Shakespeare wrote original material for the Queen (and then King)? Did you miss news articles about the author being award-winning?  Did you miss the fact the author teaches drama to your children (and writes all their final performance pieces)?

What is holding you back from supporting your friends and neighbours as they pursue their passion?

This town is full of praise for the athletes who come from here, and rightfully so!  They have done great work and deserve our applause and our cheers.

So do our artists.  Artists invest just as much time and energy as our athletes; they sacrifice to create, they go without, they constantly strive for greatness.  And they achieve greatness.

Our artists work alongside other groups and charities, to use their talents to help with fundraisers, with awareness campaigns, with community development.  They are quickly forgotten in their own development.

Why is that?  Can anyone tell me?  Airdrie should have its own culture.  We have our own athletes making a name for themselves and Airdrie in the world.  Did you know our artists can do that as well? But we need the support of Airdronians to get there.

We are not just Calgary’s bedroom community.  We are our own community, with our own identity, and our artists are fighting against the stream to create a lasting memory.  Won’t you help them?

Support the arts, not just in words, not just in payments, but in deeds.  In attendance, in your time, in your life.

I close with a message from an audience member who came to see our show Saturday night:

I attended last night’s performance and I thought this play was great. The performers were wonderful. Airdrie you are fortunate to have such talented artists in your city. It is such a shame you do not support them. I live in Taber and we have the Taber Players here that perform twice per year. In a town of only 8000 people this group has a great following. Airdrie get out and support this talented group of play writers and actors. Volunteer some time and see what you have been missing!!!!!




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