I'm pleased enough right now to write one of those horrible overblown family Christmas letters featuring my daughter Tosha -- achieving in theatre, but now on a regional stage in Chicago. Tosha is a wonderful person and a blooming artist -- with plenty of administrative skills to fall back on.
Her entry into the mid-level of Chicago theatre politics should bring her enough "name recognition" to parlay into a real sustainable career over the next few years. In addition to that -- she just does not "settle" for less than the best -- what a testament to her self-honed aesthetics.
Of course I am biased -- she is my daughter and I love her. But my bias does not have blinders -- I have seen the sweat, the work, the angst, the heartbreak and the triumph. And at least for now, all of them seem worth the opportunity (to risk everything and succeed or fail on a higher level).
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