Paula Weiner
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I was inspired to write by Julius Lester, a professor I had in college. He was a wise and kind man, brilliant and engaging, with the deep voice, that transfixed me, during my first spring semester. I've kept a writer's journal to this day.
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The Dream Diner
We dim the lights slightly at 10 pm, and serve more alcohol and less food. The diner gets eerily quiet for about a ½ hour and then the best show in the theater district begins. The actors, singers, and dancers come in, almost in their pajama’s; each item of clothing is unique, most are well-worn, torn, and frayed; but loved like a child’s favorite teddy bear. Their make-up has come off, but each one has spots they miss, as though they don’t want to fully return to reality. They love their characters and their costumes, along with sending their voices up into the highest balcony, particularly the singers. Most of them have escaped a world they didn’t fit in, being gay in a small southern town, born black in a desperately poor family with talent that lifts them out of poverty, a history of bruises or worse. They have a voice first released in a small local church, then as the lead in the school play, and now on Broadway.
By Paula Weiner5 years ago in Humans
