in which I watch the Tonys

Last night was one of my favorite nights of the year—Tony Tony Tony!

Correct, it was the 67th annual Tony awards, celebrating the best1 that Broadway has to offer. In spite of the fact that what was clearly the best musical of the season hardly won anything, I am still a devoted Tony fan, and I was excited this year that I was able to join my family at our annual viewing party at Magwitch’s house, since it was she who took me to my first Broadway play. We all cheered on the Tonys like most people cheer on professional sporting events.


Posters from the first shows Magwitch and I saw.

Though my pick for the season, Matilda2, only took home a smattering of the awards it should have, I was excited to see Pippin walk away with four, though frankly it could have won everything and I would have still thought it deserved more3.


The MT and Mum prepare for the Tonys with identical manic grins

I had a very unexpectedly theatrical week. Between the Tonys, auditioning for my first show in a long time, and seeing a lovely production of one of my favorite musicals, I felt myself looking backwards at the girl I used to be with big Broadway dreams of her own. They don’t belong to me anymore, but they will always still be a part of me, and a part of who I am will always belong to the theater. Even though that’s not the direction I went with my life, I owe so much of myself to directors, performers, drama teachers, playwrights, fellow actors, technicians, and audiences. More than anything, I owe them a deep and abiding love for storytelling that began in the theater and has carried into my career as an author.


Just like Neil Patrick Harris said in his absolutely brilliant opener; “There’s a kid in the middle of nowhere sitting and living for Tony performances and singing and flipping along with the Pippins and Wickeds and Kinkys, Matildas, and Mormonses. So it might reassure that kid and do something to spur that kid cause I promise that all of us up here tonight, we were that kid.”

That was me. That still is me—that kid at home wanting to do something amazing that makes other people feel as much as theater has always made me.

Theater, I love you. Broadway, I love you, and I always will. Even when you give Kinky Boots the Tony over Matilda.


  1. Theoretically
  2. Which I love because it combines my three great loves—children’s lit, musical theater, and England
  3. You remember the story of when I saw Pippin, don’t you?
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