WRAPPED. In the rain. Or was it tears? Such an incredible journey. So much to tell... First things first though, thanks to ALL our cast, crew and colleagues who gave everything they had here in the Peg and in Montreal to help realize such an ambitious venture.
Now, back on earth, I'm looking up at the stars and feeling blessed. Not to mention, completely exhausted.
Back to the blog next week to start to tell the tales (with a little perspective and rest to make it coherent).
It's 1976 and Elizabeth is just your average suburban 11-year-old praying for adolescence to arrive, when she discovers her whole life has been a lie. With only her imagination to guide her, Elizabeth runs away in search of her true identity. Her adoptive mother, Marion is then forced to break out of the carefully constructed "truth" she's been clinging to, and go after her daughter. This leads to a cathartic cross-country trek by a mother searching for a daughter who's searching for a mother - both of them really searching for themselves.
The Year Dolly Parton Was My Mom is a poignant, sometimes funny, very female coming of age story that explores the tension between creating identity and finding it within...