This is my swan song. I kind of hoped it wasn’t, but in my bones I knew it. Fifty years of acting on the stage and it come down to not losing my marbles, but my memory. All our lives, we actors memorize words that others write, we breathe life into them and bring their characters to life. We wake up every morning and ask, “Who am I?” And if we’re cast in a play, we can say, I’m the haunted mother or a mad queen or a woman who arrives on a bicycle or leaves on a broomstick. We learn our lines and hope that whoever is directing us, knows their craft and respects actors just enough not to ask us to stand on our heads stark naked while reciting a long speech from Shakespeare. It’s been a long hard road, but no harder than any other road. I’ve had a lot of fun, a few tears, but always kept on going. I guess I’ve been on that ice flow for a while. but I did not know it. Well, of course, I knew it, but I pretended I didn’t, just like anyone whose heard the chimes at midnight and turned over and gone back to sleep murmuring to the night, tomorrow is another day.