ATTENTION ATL Cinderella's Crunk Christmas coming December 17!!!!!

So you know it is that time of year. Newy has a production coming up. Working with Actress turn director Chantell D. Christopher from Tyler Perry's hit stage play Madea Goes to Jail (Vanessa) once again on this hysterical spin of Cinderella. Buy your tickets TODAY!!!! Cinderella's Crunk Christmas will make you laugh, cry, cheer and reflect on the true meaning of Christmas.


It's year two and we have even more surprises:

This is a great show if you seen it last year you want to see it again this year we have added more dancing, and more characters. I have a hard time directing from laughing. I want to be in the show :)

Chantell Christopher Director

Three shows! One day only!!!!

It is Christmas and Cinderella is not looking forward to it. She is tired of being harassed by her Step Sisters and Mother,'n' the hood is coming out. Then we have the Fairy Godmother who wears a housecoat because she does not feel like putting on that big dress, 'n' then we have BeBe kids keeping things going. The King is a Pimp 'n' the Duke wants to be the Prince.


December 17 (Saturday)

3PM $10 in Advance $15 at Door

5PM $10 in Advance $15 at Door

8PM $15 in Advance $20 at Door

GA TECH STUDENT CENTER THEATRE

(DOWNSTAIRS)

350 Ferst Street

Atlanta, GA 30332

Directions: 85/75 N, Exit 249D Spring St, 2nd light LEFT W Peachtree, next light LEFT on North, RIGHT at 4th light Luckie St , RIGHT next light Mean St , RIGHT next light Ferst Dr building on Left (you will see 355 that where you park)


Box Office: 678-637-8338


Group tickets buy 10 get ONE FREE!!!!

Thanks and Giving

Good morning, Blog Family,

We are about to kick off my favorite time of year: the holiday season. I have so many reasons why I love this season, and here are just a few.

The excitement of Christmas that showed in my children's eyes when they were younger. I have always LOVED Christmas and tried to instill the love of the season in them. Long before I got to know God on a one on one basis, I knew the Christmas story. While I didn't understand the significance of God giving of Himself to the world, I did understand that I was giving something to people that I really cared about and loved. When I was a child, it may have been an art project that I spent hours on before lovingly wrapping it for my mom. Or saving to get my sister a doll or some lip gloss. I just wanted to give to them out of love.

In all the giving, I learned to be thankful. Thankful for the little things. Thankful that my mom remembered that I wanted those Chic jeans. Thankful that I had food to eat. Growing up overseas in impoverished countries during my elementary school years, I saw people hungry and without the basics like food and shelter. My mom would cook and we would have people over to laugh and share our gratefulness for God's Grace and Mercy.

This year is bittersweet for me, I still want to get into the holiday spirit. I still want to be thankful, but it's hard to be thankful while in grief. My mom went home to be with the Lord October 28th. Thanksgiving was a day that I would hear "hurry up and chop those bell peppers." or "Cut those sweet potatoes for the candy yams" or "MzNewy, you are always so slow shredding that cheese." Mom was a drill sargeant leading the troops in the kitchen for Thanksgiving. I am thankful that my mom is out of pain. I am grateful for the time I had with her, but this year, I thought I can't do the whole dinner thing. This year, I planned to sit quietly and reflect of Thanksgivings gone by missing the matriarch of our family. I think mom wouldn't want that, so I am going to do what she always did: I am going to get up and give of myself in the kitchen, thankful for all of the things she taught me, grateful for the good memories. Afterall, it's about Thanks and Giving.


This has been another Newy perspective.

Second time around....

I was over at Sunshine's and she was talking about missing him....I had a "missing him" moment. Back when I was younger we were 23 and 26 respectively when we dated. Our relationship was a roller coaster for the 2 years we were together. So we broke up...on bad terms. The terms were so bad, we didn't speak for a year. Then, he was on my mind so much I reached out to him, mainly because I needed closure. I needed to know what went wrong because I loved him, but love wasn't enough. We had lunch, talked things out and became friends. No we didn't agree on everything but we understood each other's position enough to put the bad blood behind us. We remained friends for 12 years. Then one day, during one of our visits, we sat and talked. Afterall we were no longer young adults with raging hormones but real grown-ups with some experience under our belts. We talked about why we never tried again, wondered why we let it go so easily. We began to date again, getting to know the grown-ups we had become on a more romantic level. See in those 12 years we had dated others, but realized we never really let go of each other. It was the best decision we ever made. I love my husband. He is my rock and my best friend. Sometimes you have to let go and let time, space and God heal those wounds. In our case, it was right person, wrong time the first time around.

He sees my flaws and loves me in spite of them. He can see past my flaws, encourages me when I can't seem to encourage myself, is my biggest cheerleader.

I love my life ya'll. I can't imagine my life without him. I appreciate him so much because regardless our situation or circumstances, we make the best of it. He balances me. Where I am high-strung, he is calm. Where I am shallow, he is humble. Where I am weak, he makes me strong.

We all have problems, it's how you react to the problems that determines whether you are a keeper.

Happiness often sneaks in through a window you didn’t know you left open. It's a helluva start, being able to recognize what makes you happy. You don't love a man because he is remarkable, but he is remarkable because you love him.

This has been another Newy perspective

Back to Life...Back to Reality

Good morning Bloggers!

I am back in the Theater again. Yep...except on this run, I am the stage manager. I love the theater. I love throwing myself into the arts and breathing life into characters.

Even more than that, I love writing, directing and helping others bring life to characters. The movie I filmed last year, Unspoken Words, debuted this past Friday. I was a credited extra and did some of my original poetry in this film. It stars Greg Alan Williams (Melonie's Dad on "The Game"), Robin Givens, and Tommy Ford. Our director is Henderson Maddox (23) This is a small film production company but I can almost guarantee he is going to be up there with the Coppola's etc.

I still love my day job so I can't see giving it up for acting/directing/writing. My day job feeds my intellectual side and my passion for the arts feeds my creative side. I have the best of both worlds.

I am still a newlywed and I am struggling moving from me to "we". When you are used to being the yes and no final decision maker, it is hard to give up power compromise and consult with someone else. Ladies, there is a such this as being too independent. That can cause MAJOR friction if you won't aren't willing to try to change. I thank God for sending me a patient and loving husband who is willing to work at it.

I promise pinky swear to try to blog more now.

Newy

What I have learned

I was over on Miz's site and saw this post "What I have Learned" It made me say...Let me do my own list so here it goes:

What I have learned -

- Follow your dreams. They are often part of God's blueprint for you.

- It's ok to let go of one you love, when it is meant to be no matter how long it takes, you can get back together.

- Humble is not the same as being a pushover.

- It is hard going from "me" to "we" but it is so worth it.

- Boys need you to let go if they are going to be men.

- Life is 10 % what happens to you and 90% how you react to what happens to you.

- Learn to laugh in spite of your condition and regardless of your situation.

- Be happy with you before you try to couple up. It is supposed to be whole folks coming together to become 1.

- Hurt people hurt people.

- Love your career and it won't seem like work.

What a year this has been

Wow...I can't believe it has been 8 months since I posted. Alot has happened since then.


February -


We celebrated my mom's 65th birthday. We made it a birthday weekend in Memphis and Tunica.


I was in two plays this spring and my son was made part of the youth ensemble of Atlanta

The two movies I filmed last year went post production and I reconnected with the love of my life.

Summer....
Things started changing...My mom was diagnosed with cancer. She started chemo and it seemed like she may have a fighting chance although pancreatic cancer has a low survival rate. After surgery and numerous hospitalizations, we got the devastating news...she was terminal.

After prayer and asking God for guidance, my now husband and I changed our wedding date from September 2012 to September 2011. We wanted her to be there. And she was there. It was a beautiful wedding and reception. Small and intimate with family and close friends in attendance. My older son gave me away. He always loved my hubby. We dated initially from 1996 - 1999 and then remained friends. He was my friend all through the rocky relationship last year.

I am happy with my husband. Sad watching my mother suffer. The pain of watching someone as cancer rocks their body is devastating. There is pain watching my once strong independent mom be reduced to a waif of her old self. The fleshly me is selfish, I want her here. But I know the Lord and I want her suffering to end.

Absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.

So what is up with you bloggers?

Yay me!

Good morning Blogland.  After the snow and ice of last week here in Atlanta, I spent the weekend getting back on the audition track.  I got a callback for a second audition on January 29.  Well, I take supporting roles and minor stuff because...are you ready for this?  I am afraid of success.

   I used to think I was afraid of failing, but I am afraid of exceeding beyond measure. To be honest, I don't know if I want to give up a 9-5 for a dream.  I am too old to still be "looking for myself".   *sigh*  I am excited about the opportunities but afraid to commit to anything that will change the way I "do business as usual". I know, I often say "take a chance"  "step out on faith" but in reality right now I'm thinking "Don't be no fool."  I am listening for God to tell me which way to go and I swear to Bob He has not said "Girl quit yo' job"  Maybe it's just me but I like little things like food and shelter, so until then I will be your friendly neighborhood extra who may or may not even get credited in the billing but I am having fun doing what I do. 

Make it a great Thursday, Blogland.

Did you know....I had a crush on you?!??!?!

So I was on FB(as usual) and I got a friend request from someone I went to middle/early high school with a gazillion years ago.  We exchanged the usual "What have you been up to/cute kids/what do you do now/where are you living" pleasantries. 

Now there is something you have to understand about MzNewy : I was homely looking in middle and high school...

Umm yeah I was the nerdy studious chic  with the big glasses that sat in the front of the class.  So what tumbled out of his mouth next sent me into a fit of giggles.  He said I had a crush on you back in school.  I couldn't help it this was me at his revelation  ---->  For real....I know what I looked like back then.  I was a late bloomer.   I then asked him if he needed those coke-bottle glasses I used to wear.  But you know, he said some things that he remembered about me from waaaaaaaaaaaay back then that the only way he would have paid that much attention was if he WAS crushing me.   Wow...who knew.  That just goes to show you never know WHOSE type you are, even when you are homely looking.  Here is to 1986,  to a simple place in time when music was music and the shy kid in the back of the class had a crush on the nerd in the front. 

Enough Already!!!!!

Happy New Year!!!!!!!

 

I don't know about you but some days I look around and I say "When do you say ENOUGH ALREADY????" I mean really, we see cheating senators, governors, golfers, bus drivers, cabbies and just plain old everyday joes...the first thing some of the BBW (Bitter Bewildered Women) I know say is "That couldn't be me...I couldn't be on a string like that....I wish my man would cheat on me I would...." Then I look at them and straighten the spine on my five foot two frame and say "You would what?"

They often continue with the neck-snapping-tongue-clicking tirades of "put his stuff out" "take half" and "change my number", forgetting who they are talking to. Forgetting I am the same chic doing night time ride-bys with them to see "if there is a car in the drive-way" (there was) cause he wasn't answering the phone. On the way over she ranted of leaving, cutting up clothes he left at her house, breaking his favorite cologne and even cheating herself. Yet her composure cracked and the facade faded when seeing an unfamiliar car in the driveway. Those same sisters that throw rocks live in glass houses themselves. It's easy to tell someone else to leave, but harder to follow the same advice.

When it is someone else, there are rants of "what you wouldn't do" ; those same rants are replaced by inconsolable sobs and babblings of "how could he...why would he". They sever the invisible umbilical cord to the one they consider their "lifeblood" only to surgically reconnect it before the wound can even scab over. The scar tissue from the wound never allows them to completely heal as they sever and reconnect so often they become immune to pain.

That is a terrible way to live. But I confess, I too have been there. I too have been the chief of surgery of my own case. Really, you know when he is cheating and you don't need ride-alongs, pictures, text messages or emails to prove it. You know when he is just not moved by you anymore. You know when the sway of your hips just don't do it for him. You know when the late night texts aren't all ___________ "his boy; his mom; his sister" or whomever he inserts in the blank to keep you just close enough that you won't leave but far enough that you won't discover the truth. Hopefully it won't take a golf club, a tree and a late night 911 call for you to say "Enough". Maybe you won't wait for him to disappear for a week only to reappear confessing undying love for someone other than you before you say "Enough".

The sad thing is, the only one that can say Enough is you. Now I am not talking about being insecure and thinking that every hushed call is a secret rendezvous in the making. Not at all, but just remember that we create an environment where it is alright to hate, to steal, to cheat, and to lie if we dress it up with symbols of respectability, dignity and love. It's up to you to say ENOUGH ALREADY!

This has been another Newy perspective.