Katie Leggitt

The weirdest thing happened today at work.  I was looking into teen health videos on youtube, because it really seems like there aren't that many geared towards your typical teenager...  What 15 year old wants to sit and listen to a weird conservative woman talk about health topics?  BORING! Anyhoo, I found something that sounded really promising, titled "A new and AWESOME Teen Health Series."  I clicked on the link and found an awkward guy talking to a slightly less awkward guy about a project that wasn't even born yet and it fell flat and got all religious and weird in the end.  But to the right-hand side where YouTube lists other videos, I saw Barney!  "Eat, Drink and Be Healthy Part 3," so I watched it, partly to reminisce about how guilty I was to watch that show in my teens, but also to see what kind of material Barney would put out.  Not bad.  But still, no spice.  I got distracted by Ronald McDonald's face out of the corner of my eye and cli

I feel this thing slipping away from my fingertips.  The keyboard barely beneath, my thoughts as slow as molasses, I feel about as deep as a teacup these days.  I keep second-guessing everything that I feel inspired by and I tell myself I shouldn't write about it, maybe it's too personal and people will be put-off by my inner thoughts, revealed here on the web. I don't really know who I write this for anymore, maybe just Grampa and a few readers who've held on, mostly for myself I suppose, to maintain some level of sanity.  Maybe if I just put it out there, it'll morph into something concrete somewhere else.  But for now... they're just thoughts, and stories on occasion. I ate three bagels today.  I wish I was lying.  Breakfast, lunch and dinner.  So maybe the answer's in the question... I'm like the opposite of who I was when I started writing this blog two years ago! I can't let this all be so depressing.  The tide rolls in, and the tide flow

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I guess I owe it to myself, and to you maybe, to write a post. It's been a while, and I've seen a lot in the past month, but last night I was re-inspired to sit down with the keyboard. I was working at TSC for Lundi Impro, and I stepped outside for a moment when I was stopped by a man in his 40s with a receding hairline and wearing sunglasses at night.  He asked me what kind of theatre it was and if we hosted any open mic nights.  Once in a while, sort of, but mostly for stand-up comedy, I told him. He told me his mom had died when he was 3 months old and since then has always had a special appreciation for love and romance, especially in music.  He said his dad put him on stage when he was 4 because he had a voice like no other.  "You ever hear one of those people you think belong on the radio?" He asked me. I asked if he was referring to himself and he began to sing me one of his favorite songs, Patrick Swayze's "She's Like the Wind," and I