Think about your mom. If you are a mom, think about what it means to be a mom. Motherhood brings out the goodness and the absurdness and the sadness and the joy and the heaviness and the wonder and all the good and all the bad.

Over the next couple of weeks, Pam Moore and I are holding auditions for Listen To Your Mother, Boulder. We will be entrusted with personal stories, some that have never been told, some that have made it into family lore, some that changed a person’s life, some that happened in the grocery store on a random Tuesday. And we will laugh and cry and we will probably go through a few box of kleenexes (Pam’s pregnant and I cry at most commercials).

If you feel like you have a story to share with us here in Boulder, our auditions spots are filling up. Please go to our website and check it out. We would really like to hear your story.

And while this might seem a little scary:


It’s actually not. This is because by the time you get here, we are all in it together. And, when you are part of the cast, you have heard each story and a part of each story feels like it belongs a little bit to you and a little bit to the person sitting next to you and we are all in it. Together.

Below, I have compiled a few of my favorite quotes from our show in Boulder last year. If you want to see any of the performances in their entirety, click here to go to our YouTube channel.

“A gear catches my shirt and somehow I am being dragged across the fence. Meanwhile, the ride operator couldn’t be more oblivious…I have gone one full revolution and I am offered front row seats to the most humbling image I have ever bared witness to….My mom is raising hell.”  Eddy Jordan (My Mother The Protector)

“…the baby I held looked into my eyes, and into my fear with piercing wisdom and calm. In one startling moment of focused eye contact, he literally took my breath away. His message was this, “It’s alright if you need to freak out for a while, but this is what’s going to happen. We belong together.”  Shenna Fitzgerald (Lost And Found)

“I am the result of a broken condom. Or so my mother has chosen to tell me on countless occasions, always followed-up, of course, by a reassuring statement such as, ‘Our lives wouldn’t be the same without you!'”  Emily Peterson (My Journey To Motherhood)

“I haven’t stopped composing since I said goodbye. Our children, even those we never meet, truly are our best teachers.”  Priscilla Dann-Courtney (A Missed Period Becomes An Exclamation Point)

“I was seven years old, playing alone with Barbie dolls for half a day, pretending they were snorting white powder, just as she was in the bathroom.”  Jenny S. (Mom In The Mirror)

“To prepare for having a baby, I bought a treadmill. I’d heard babies sleep a lot and I wanted to be able to log some miles during the long naps I’d heard so much about.” Pam Moore (Prepared)

“…I was twelve or thirteen and she told me how babies were made, a tutorial which lasted two minutes and consisted solely of the mechanics of the act which she likened to plugging in the toaster. I was horrified….’Oh my god! I said when I could finally speak. ‘That means you’ve plugged in the toaster eight times!’ ‘Oh no, honey,” she smiled whimsically. ‘Lots more than eight.'”  Nancy Deklyn (My Mother Was Unique)

“Moms talk to us differently than our friends, moms say the tough shit like, ‘You should wear deodorant, dear.’ and “That husband spends too much time on his bike, you gotta tell him to get off his bicycle and climb onto your bed with you.'” Jen Tawse (I’m Up For Adoption)

“Imagine. You see a woman nursing her toddler in public. Okay…so you see this woman nursing her toddler and the toddler unlatches from her boob, turns his head around, looking frantically and calls out, ‘I want Mama!'”  Julie Berner (One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other)

“Her once lovely hands had transformed into hands belonging to someone much older. Her elegant fingers that held the gold rings I loved as a child had become knotted with arthritis. Her long fingernails with which she took such care were worn down to bits and stained with the remnants of used oil.”  April Driver (A Mother’s Hands)

“I’d know that face anywhere, and I’ve seen it since in pictures from other families who have adopted from the same orphanage. How many children has she sent into the world? To how many children has she whispered those mothers’ words: Be happy. Have a good life. Remember me.”  Ann Stewart Zachwieja (Be Happy, Have A Good Life, Remember Me)

“Crumpled under the gazebo, looking more like an old pair of underwear, was ‘orange shirt’ and as I clutched it to my chest, I felt what my son must feel when he holds it as well. Like everything was going to be okay. Like I could mother another day.” Katie Wise (All You Need Is Lovey)

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