Trisha Simmons
Bio
Trisha is an actress & writer. Writing began during cancer treatment: a memoir, solo show, poetry & her passion, an audiobook for kids. She mentors young artists & established The Simmons Scholarship Fund to help youth realize their dreams!
Stories (9)
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HOME RUN
THE HOME RUN BALL... AT HOME "Now at bat, The Pittsburgh Pirates newest star Roberto Clemente. A Puerto Rican native, this young man has a fire in him when he plays that is a thrill to witness. And, here comes the pitch, a swing, a hit........... LOOK OUT the bat cracks in half, the bat flying, the ball flying and I MEAN SAILING OUT OF THREE RIVERS STADIUM AND INTO THE ONE OF THE THREE RIVERS OUTSIDE THE STADIUM......it’s a home run ball once again from this talented young player."
By Trisha Simmons4 years ago in Petlife
The Mating Dance
“Patty, pick up your weapon,” he commands from across the room. I gasp. OUT LOUD. The "regulars" giggle...'in the know', about my "student teacher", drop dead gorgeous in his body hugging leather and suede, dressed for the rapier and dagger fighting class, the one I decided to observe on the spur of the moment.
By Trisha Simmons4 years ago in Filthy
Making The Cut...
“Cut it out! We can’t afford that Patricia”. “But Mom…pleeezzeeee…I’ll do the dishes, I’ll mow the lawn, I’ll…” “Let me stop you right there….you can mop the floors until the cows come home….that ain’t bringin’ in any greenbacks, no matter how you milk it”!
By Trisha Simmons5 years ago in Humans
The Circus Of Life
I felt transported…out of my 'row house, wrong side of the tracks' neighborhood and into a world I had never seen before, never knew was possible…completely and utterly out of my life and into that of “Charlie’s Aunt” …a play at Heinz Hall in Pittsburgh. One of the girls from the ‘right side of the tracks’ invited me. Her gramma lived at the retirement home where I went with my momma when she volunteered to do hair and nails.…I would sing for them….they would clap and fuss (and put a few coins in my pocket, kinda like Vocal, but not virtual :)…I was hooked.
By Trisha Simmons5 years ago in Education
Happy Birthday
It was my eighth. On December twenty eighth. A day no one remembers or cares to celebrate. Three days after Christmas, and three days before New Year’s Eve. Mom and Dad are broke. My large family is tired, and with two of my sisters and an uncle who lives with us, having birthdays the week before…well…no school kids to celebrate with either…holiday vacation. This could’ve been the worst day of the year for me…but it rarely was, because…
By Trisha Simmons5 years ago in Families
One For Now, One For Later
One For Me….One For You It was a typical day in Pittsburgh……In December…….Blistering snow storm, blowing the ‘pretty to the eye’ white stuff into your pie hole if you open your mouth at the wrong time, slick slushy roads from the morning sun creating sloooooshhh sounds as the ‘big man’ trucks would drive by on the busy “back way” to the bustling little town over the hill in “the rocks”…. and me…in town from ‘it never rains in southern California’ to teach an acting class to a sturdy group of kids who have waited months for my return.
By Trisha Simmons5 years ago in Families
