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In Which Ray Returns

Hi Diddle Dee Dard...an actor's life is hard!

This weekend marked, not only the start of my 29th year on this earth and the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic, but also my brilliant and talented husband's return to the stage as a professional actor!

Quick back story: Ray and I moved to Atlanta six years ago because he was interning with the Atlanta Shakespeare Tavern. During that time we were mired in debt and discovered we were pregnant with our first child...not a great recipe for two penniless artists. So Ray took a "real job" at Shepard and our life proceeded from there to here.

Now, after that brief hiatus, Ray has returned to the life of a professional actor via Edgar Bean in Titanic, performed at The Fabrefaction Theater.  As far as comebacks go, this one seems to have been pretty smooth. I met members of the cast after the opening night show, and they couldn't say enough nice things about my husband. I was proud, not only of the great work he did onstage, but by the reputation he is building.

The road has been, and I'm sure will continue to be, rocky as we juggle work, family, and friends.  But I am confident and excited that we are where we need to be, doing what God wants us to do. May we be ever obedient, even in this crazy world called theater!

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