I swore to my parents that when I turned 18 I would change my name because I got a lot of “Gaby? Why do they call you that, you’re so quiet” or from old men “Gaby? Like Gabby Hayes?!” Who is Gabby Hayes you ask? Why he’s the lovable white bearded sidekick in many of the old westerns of 4:30 movie fame (for those New Yorkers who recall the 4:30 movie). Yes…as a young girl who wanted to be Barbie, being compared to Gabby Hayes was not ideal. Alas….I did not change my name. I have earned my name.
But as I get older I realize, I am not alone, I am not unique. In fact everyone has a name and everyone has a story behind it. It is the only thing we carry with us from birth to death. I try to be careful with names, knowing that battles have been fought over them and the importance of knowing that it has been heard. I know I have fallen short just like all those Gabe and Gabriel offenders out there…but I try….for the story and the battle that lies behind every name I try. I know I fail and fail often so sorry and please tell me the right way….always.
So much for not blogging about names. The second blog idea was about what I’m doing this week between 2 separate plays going up in 2 separate places. The week between shows is filled with catching up on bills, laundry, writing and cleaning….boring for a blog I suppose. But I do wish to thank both the Small Town Theatre Festival and Broadway Briefs LLC for inviting me to be part of their “firsts’. For the Small Town Theatre it’s their first short play festival and for Broadway Briefs LLC it is their first production. What an honor to have dreams all collide in this way, thank you both….let’s all keep dreaming.
Oh...it's Gabrielle...not Gabriella J