Sunday, May 3, 2020

Reflection in the Time of Quarantine - or How my Acting Training Helps in Real Life


When I'm directing, I break down a scene with my actors and ask them about objective, intention, and tactic.

Objective = What do you want?

Intention = Why do you want it?

Tactic = How are you going to get it?

People use other terms, but these three words work for me. When I explain this to a new actor, I use the example of a Mom and a Child. The scene is the Child asking the Mom for a piece of candy. Consider the Child.

Objective: 

What does the Child want? 

Candy.

Intention: 

Why does the Child want it? 

Not sure – this is where the actor has to really dig in and think. 

Are they truly just hungry for candy? Arguably the most boring choice - and also unlikely. There’s almost always more to our stories! 

Do they not really want the candy, but they actually just want Mom’s attention? Oooh, deep. 

Do they think the candy is imbued with magical powers that will grant them the ability to shapeshift if they can eat it in the next 30 seconds?! Setting higher stakes are always more interesting! Acting requires a sense of urgency and creativity!

Tactic: 

How can the Child get Mom to give her the candy? 

Crying, begging, bargaining, sweet talking etc.

Mom has her own set of objectives, intentions, and tactics too. Her job is to REact. Which tactic makes her give the child the candy? It’s fun, I promise.

If you want to try this at home another great example is a mom and a teenager asking to go to the movies.

The Child and the Mom have to make these acting choices based on what their character would do. In order for the actor to answer these questions, the actor has to know who the Child and the Mom are. Every individual has their own unique set of circumstances. These circumstances directly affect our objectives, intentions, and tactics. If your child is one of my actors ask if they've filled out a character analysis worksheet before to start the wheels turning and get them thinking about who they are and how to answer these questions. 

As a high school actor, that concept is extremely difficult. Honestly, I don’t think I truly understood it during my college training either. It takes life experiences. It takes perspective. It takes listening to others. It takes pure unadulterated empathy.

I watched Little Fires Everywhere this week after reading the book (book and series are different but both worthy of your time). I recommend the series based solely on the fact that Kerry Washington and Reese Witherspoon could read the phone book and make it seem character driven and dramatic. It’s set in 1997, which gives some fun nostalgia nods to fashion and music. However, the setting also provides an opportunity to use our modern perspective to examine how we talked about race, gender, social class, sexuality, mental illness – you name it. We thought we were being so progressive in 1997. However, looking back made me cringe. It is a very interesting series that caused me to think. Bonus, Joshua Jackson plays the dad. And is there anything more 1997 than still thinking Joshua Jackson is hot?! #TeamPaceyForLife

I digress.

In Little Fires Everywhere there was a great exchange. Elena (Witherspoon) is angrily chastising Mia (Washington) about Mia’s lifestyle and past. Elena yells, “A good mother makes good choices.” Mia retorts, “You didn’t make good choices. You had good choices. Options that being rich, and white, and entitled gave you.”

I acknowledge that I do have choices. And opportunities. And options. It is my set of circumstances.

This time in our history is challenging. But I’m also seeing it as an opportunity for reflection.

You might say "Geez, Emily. It's really easy for YOU to have time to reflect." I agree. I am employed. I own a house. A car. I have money for food, my cellphone bill, and Netflix. I do not have children I am responsible for or attempting to teach at home. I do not have elderly parents to care for. I am healthy. These are my given “set of circumstances”.

But you’ve spent three minutes reading this blog post, so I would argue you can spend another three asking yourself some reflection questions too.

So, how can we reflect? I do it like an actor.

I look at what I want. 

And then I look at what I really want. 

And there, at the core, are the things that really matter to us. 

Dig deeper. Don’t stop at “I want to see my friends” “I want to go back to school” “I want to go back to work”. Keep asking and asking until you come down to that very core. 

Your answer will be different than mine. It will be different than your family member’s or friend’s. That’s because everyone’s set of circumstances is unique. Once you’ve found this very core, this “nugget” - you've found your basic human want. 

Now you can focus on the tactic – the “how” of your next steps. That is going to look different than before. You can’t use the same tactics to get the same outcome. Our circumstances have been altered. Much like the Child’s candy being a source of magical power that expires in 30 seconds unless you eat it, our stakes have been raised.

The outcome may look different, but we can still get what we want.

This time of reflection and perspective is a gift. It can show us the very, very, very innermost parts of ourselves. What matters most.

How are you going to change your tactics to get what you want?


Saturday, October 27, 2018

The Sock, The Sick Cup, and The Pail

I haven't posted on here in approximately 10 years (6, but who's counting!) and in that time all five of The Howards have gone through tremendous changes - graduations, jobs, houses, vacations, pet adoptions, etc. etc.! Literally so much to write about! However, rather than focus on just updating everyone who reads this (Hi Mom!) on our lives, I thought I would just from time to time share some fun Howard Family memories.

Please enjoy my ramblings on tonight's topic...being sick.

It's cold season. Sinus infections, coughing fits, runny noses...you name it. Last week my sister and I were on the phone talking about how she couldn't shake the cough she had. She was trying all the tricks: gargling, neti pot, cough syrup. So I said, "I know what you need...The Sock." "Ahhhh not the sock!" she replied. "Yes. The. Sock."

Some families have a special recipe for chicken noodle soup, or maybe a remedy for a blend of tea...but The Howards? We have a sock.

It wasn't just any sock. No, this sock lived in infamy for over two decades (please remember that there are 16 years between my brother and me). This sock survived 5 moves, 35+ winters, countless cycles in the wash...and many a gross night being wrapped around the infirmed person's neck.

Once a simple, noble tube sock with a red stripe at the top, it likely started its journey to become "The Sock" as an occupant of the illustrious sock box (a bin of mismatched socks). Having lost its mate months (years) prior, it sat abandoned in this box until Julie selected it and gave it new purpose in life.

"Yes, this will do." She must have thought, while testing its elasticity.


Photo of The Sock in its current state...it lives in Mom's dresser for safe keeping.

The Sock of course, was nothing without the key ingredient...Vicks VapoRub (Editor's note: I totally thought it was called "Vick's Vapor Rub"...thanks Google!) The coughing, congested victim child would get ready for bed...picking out "an old shirt" with a stretched out neck to wear for pajamas ("paJAMas" - Mom "paJAHmas" - Dad). Then Mom would come in with the Vicks and...The Sock.
 Image result for vicks vaporub

The Vicks (having been heated up/melted into liquid in a saucepan on the stove) was then applied generously right in the little divot in your neck. I am literally gagging at the memory of the smell of it. Then, The Sock (also having been heated up...in the dyer maybe?) was wrapped menacingly lovingly around your neck and tied in a knot. You were forced compelled to wear the sock all night as you attempted to sleep amid the stench of the Vicks and the restricted feeling of an old tube sock tied in a knot (or safety pinned - please see the pin sticking out of The Sock in the photo above) around your neck.

What purpose did The Sock actually serve? Was it to stop the kid from touching the Vicks spot? Why did it always feel so wet and gross? Was it actually dipped in the Vicks stuff too? Is this why I have such a strong aversion to turtlenecks?! So. Many. Questions.

However, the most important question is...did it work?

The answer: I 100% saw Mom wearing The Sock last winter. And that truly sums up this part of the post.

*Editor's note: I googled "Vicks VapoRub sock" while researching to write this blog (Yes, I research. Yes, I am a nerd. I embrace this.) and apparently it is totally a thing that people do! EXCEPT they put the Vicks on the soles of feet and then socks on feet - NOT on their neck. Perhaps this got lost in translation being passed down in our family! Also, after Mom and Dad read this they told me that both of their mothers did this when they were kids.

Colds are child's play when it comes to sickness. Throw up - or "boof" as it was referred to growing up - is the grand daddy of all sickness.

*Editor's note: we were not allowed to say puke or barf...fun fact - my 3rd grade teacher also did not allow the word puke. I remember having to raise my hand saying "So and so is about to vomit" ew...and that powder they used to just sprinkle on the carpet after someone puked in elementary school! Does anyone remember that?! So gross. Also, sorry Kavanaugh, but "boof" is not flatulence...that's "ferfing" - yes ferf. Fart was not allowed when I was growing up either. This will obviously be another blog post in the future.

All Howard children spent a night or seven throwing up due to the flu (or greasy meatloaf, or eating the stale sour cream and onion Pringles meant for the ducks...while on the way to feed the ducks even after being warned NOT to eat them - true story, I was a piggy) and getting sick in our house meant access to several things:
  1. a wet washcloth
  2. The Cup 
  3. warm ginger ale
  4. The Pail
The wet washcloth is pretty self-explanatory and practical. It was applied to your forehead and/or back of neck. The Cup, however, is another Howard Family Legend. Sadly, the cup was thrown out in a kitchen cupboard purge circa 2010 but it lived a good life. 

Not just any cup, The Cup was a remnant of the 80's Tupperware Party Days. It was a puke boof colored green juice cup that was part of a set. 
GOOGLE IMAGES FOR THE WIN!!! This set is totally listed on Etsy right now, HA!!

However, something special happened to our dear friend green cup...he spent a little too much time in a saucepan on the stove. The bottom had sort of a puddle shape where the cup had melted down into itself. This was also the fate of his friend brown cup (who was not part of the sick ritual, interesting! Note to self - ask Mom why only the green cup was placed into this special service). Google came up short here because most normal people THROW OUT things like this not keep them in the cupboard for multiple decades. Anyway, The Cup then was used exclusively for times of sickness. One lucky parent would stay with us in the bathroom as the vomiting continued, while the other parent went to get us The Cup from the kitchen. 

First used to swish out your mouth with water, The Cup would later be filled with #3 from the list above...warm ginger ale. The taste of throw up is almost synonymous with warm ginger ale in my brain. The thing is, we rarely to never had soda in the house, so I can only assume that the second one of us was sick, Dad would rush to the store to grab a two liter of ginger ale. And it had to be served warm (room temperature)...to not upset our already upset stomachs?!

Sure that the vomiting stage had passed, Mom and Dad would get you set up in your bedroom - cue wet washcloth, cup of warm ginger ale...and the final piece of the vomit puzzle, The Pail.

Lined with a Wegman's bag, The Pail kept a steady vigil at your bedside. As all other sacred objects in this post, it began its life serving another purpose. It was initially a run of the mill bathroom garbage can that didn't make the cut when the bathroom was repainted. It spent many a night with all three of us Howard children, waiting patiently to serve in our hour of need. I am happy to report that The Pail still resides upstairs in my parents' home. She is contentedly living out her days as a paper waste receptacle in an upstairs bedroom.

The Pail in her current habitat.

I was rarely sick as a kid, I missed Kindergarten for one day (Chickenpox), from 1st-6th grade I had perfect attendance (so I guess the Vicks Sock DID work!) and maybe just a handful of sick days throughout middle and high school. I attribute this to the loving care I received from my parents...my extreme stubbornness, and my unapologetic love of academics. (NERD). But what I'm really trying to say, is that I'm grateful my family has these quirky sick-time tricks. 

I was lucky to grow up in a family that cared enough to tie a gross wet and warmed sock around my neck or run out to buy room temp ginger-ale to serve in a castoff Tupperware juice cup.

I hope you were too.


Friday, December 30, 2011

First Day and Last First Day...and some Homecoming!

Seeing as this is (close to) the first of the year I thought I would restart the family activity blogging with another first...the first day of school! It was an exicting first day-the first day of high school for Grant and the last first day of school for Olivia. You'll notice in the pictures below that Olivia is not her typical fashionista self. That's because she is part of an organization called Link Crew. She is a mentor to a group of 8 freshman. When Grant had orientation this summer she and the other Link Leaders talked about life at the high school and introduced the incoming freshman to the building, activities, and how to balance school work and life. Because she's a Link Leader she had to wear her t-shirt. Last summer she was so distraught by this news (she received it in a letter a few weeks before school) mom thought that something serious happened...like she neglected to do her summer AP homework or she wasn't able to take the classes she signed up for. Nope. Just that she had to wear a t-shirt on the first day of school. SO, I am also including a second day of school picture of Olivia!
Link Crew shirt!
Lookin' fresh as a freshman!
with the bookbags on!
Second day of school...more her style
The Howard's were busy this fall and I will write up separate posts about Grant's soccer and Olivia's play but I thought I would also include some fun Homecoming 2011 photos. Leading up to homecoming is "Spirit Week" and a Pep Rally. Olivia is the President of Student Council this year so she had quite a bit of planning to do. Grant is a class representative on StuCo as well, but Freshman weren't elected until after Homecoming.
Twin day with Krista!
Twinnies!
Mismatch day
School pride day! Doesn't she look like a little Student Council President?!
Foxy sweater for the Newark Reds
Our Homecoming game is a football game on Friday night with a parade beforehand. The Senior Class elected Olivia as one of the four Homecoming Queen candidates! She was very excited! Olivia and one of her best friends, Krista were both Homecoming nominees and as a result they didn't have to march with the band (score!). Their band teacher was SOO excited for the girls. He said it had been a long time since anyone from the band was on the Homecoming slate.
Homecoming!
Close up
With Krista!
Posing by their ride!
with their band teacher Mr. Schwind
Grant and Olivia (he had to march)
Homecoming candidates minus the three football player boys

Olivia and her senior friends: Matt, Jeff, Krista, and Jeremy

The school votes on the 4 guys and 4 girl nominees and the homecoming candidates were announced at half time. Olivia won! My aunt Ann and cousin Maggie were also with us so I'm sure there is quite of bit of yelling on the video below!
Homecoming King and Queen 2011!!
Riding in the parade!
Homecoming King and Queen (with the cape and crown now!)
Mom taped the parade and the Homecoming announcement so please enjoy the videos below! First are some clips from the parade-Grant waving from the band and Olivia waving from the car.
Next up is Olivia getting announced on the field...and then the win!



Thursday, December 22, 2011

AHHHH Christmas!!

Merry Christmas from the Howard Family! We hope that your Christmas is as exciting as ours have been in the past...

Have you practiced your "Imsoexcitedthatthisismychristmasgift" face?! Study up below! Mele Kalikimaka from our house to yours! ♥
SUPER thrilled to get Rat from Bananas in Pajamas...no really!! She was!! The tongue sticking out move, to show excitement, was popular with Olivia during this phase!
NUTCRACKER AHHHHHH!!!!!


CROSS STICHED SANTA PLAYING TENNIS????? YESSSSSSSSSSSS!


AHHHHHHH! Real pumped about whatever is in this one...

CAT FEEEEEEEEEEEEDERS!

Future captain of the Varsity tennis team!
CRAAAAAAZY for HONEYBELLS!!!!!!!!!

Whhhhhhhaaaaaaat??!! You shouldn't have!!

Very excited about Woody!!!


WOW! Something awesome from the stocking!

My #1 all time favorite picture of my adorable dad.

Miss Julie...such a little lady!

Monday, December 19, 2011

How I Spent My Summer Vacation-Grant's Edition

Here's is Grant's edition of "What I did on my summer vacation"! (in case you missed them: Emily's Edition and Olivia's Edition) If you ask, he'll probably say nothing. But that's simply not true! Grant was very busy all summer. He went to several day camps in town for various sports; soccer, lacrosse and tennis. He also played on a travel soccer team. I managed to snap a few photos of a game toward the end of the summer in the  Bristol/Bloomfield area. It's a bit of drive but the foliage is beautiful!
Running on the field
Dribbling the ball
Kick!
skilz
I love this picture!

The team-G in the back left corner

Summer was not just all play for Grant...he started working! Grant had TWO jobs this summer. He worked at the Park Program day camp that Olivia also worked at but he was more of a "park ranger"...working in the snack booth and general maintenance. He, like Olivia, also volunteered as a helper at the Vacation Bible School week long camp.

If you've been around Grant in the summer (or really any time of year!) then chances are you know that he loves ice cream. Specifically Perry's Piece of Cake ice cream.

Last summer he purchased so much Piece of Cake ice cream-usually in a "Brownie Barge" sundae-that the owners gave him the remaining 3 gallon tub at the end of the season. Since he was about 8 years old the owners of the local ice cream shop, Bee Tees, have been telling Grant he would have a job as soon as he turned 14. So, right after his 14th birthday he started work. Here he is on his first day at the ice cream shop!
First day of work!
I mentioned Grant's birthday in the previous paragraph...
At the end of July Grant turned 14. Mom and Dad gave him a big party last year for his 13th so this year was more low key. Part of his birthday was the lacrosse camp (see below). We also went out to a Japanese steakhouse for his birthday dinner. He brought along his buddy Zach. We had lots of fun catching rice balls (I have an amazing photo of Mom doing this but she expressly forbade me from posting it!), watching the chef's cooking tricks, and eating the stir fry. Here are a few pictures from Grant's birthday...
Grant and his friend since Pre-K, Zach
ready to eat!
trying to catch rice!
onion flames
Happy Birthday!
Grant-taller than me and maybe even Olivia by now!
Also in July, Grant attended a LAX camp at LeMoyne College in Syracuse. Three other guys from Newark went too. It was a week long overnight camp and Grant was excited to stay in a dorm room. He picked out new maroon and gray sheets and towels (Newark colors) and stocked up on some new lacrosse jerseys. He stayed in a room with Teddy and his other friends Zach and Eric, shared a room in the same suite. They woke up bright and early (I'm still not quite sure how he managed to do this!), ate breakfast, and headed out to the fields for drills. They played scrimmages and had skill training all day and into the evening. I think they had some free time at night...I'm guessing there was lots of devouring of snacks, soda, and obnoxious 14 year old boy humor. Mom and Dad went out to see the final tournament and to pick Grant up. He had a really great time and came back feeling more confident about the sport. He spent most of the rest of his free time this summer outside, throwing with neighbor friends or against his lacrosse pitch back.
at his bed
another picture of the room-please note that the sneakers (black, white and purple) must match the shorts and t-shirt...gotta keep it fresh.

Grant and Teddy-roomies!

The dudes from Newark-Ted, Grant, Zach, and Eric
I should add that Grant has a bunch of friends right in our neighborhood that he spends quite a bit of time with during the summer. We have a basketball court that was frequented day and night as well as a trampoline. The tree house still stands but I don't know how much "Fort Wars" they played this summer! It's nice to live close to the park as well. The boys were often riding bikes to the park, down to fast food, or around to each other's houses.

As I look out my window, it's still not snowing here in Rochester...and I am NOT complaining! The lack of snow makes me think that it is still autumn and makes me feel like I might actually catch up this blog up one of these days! Until my next report...