by Colette Freedman | Nov 20, 2020 | Acting, Artists, Lacrosse, Random Musings, Writing
I’m still mulling over a conversation I had with a student this week. She was worried about her script being ‘stolen’ and said she’s had bad experiences in the past. I said, no one is stealing anything from any one and just register it…so if you, an unknown housewife,...
by Colette Freedman | Mar 6, 2020 | Acting, Artists, Films, Lacrosse, Music, Random Musings, Sports, Writing
For all intents and purposes, I am musically inept. Growing up in suburban Baltimore in the seventies, my musical exposure was limited to Jewish folk music and Broadway Showtunes that my parents played on our turntable. I didn’t mind, I used to do roller skating...
by Colette Freedman | Jul 24, 2018 | Anomalies, Books, Films, Lacrosse, Miles Underwater, Sports, The Affair, The Consequences, The Thirteen Hallows, Writing
I love collaborating. Once upon a time I was a die hard athlete and I purposely chose to play team sports. I thrived on the competition more when I had teammates to share in the intense highs of the victories… and the painful stings of the losses. So, it was...
by Colette Freedman | Apr 24, 2017 | Chick Stuff, Films, Lacrosse, Sports, Writing
25 years ago, I uprooted my entire life. I was enjoying a successful career as a field hockey and lacrosse coach and my future was determined… it had pretty much been determined since I was a little girl. Kindergarten to Graduate School, playing sports along the...
by Colette Freedman | Jun 19, 2016 | Lacrosse, Random Musings, Sports
When it comes to the news, my dad is, hands down, the most well-read person on the planet. And that is not an exaggeration. We’ve been getting 13+ papers delivered to the house for as long as I can remember. While I understand Dad does not seem to be terribly...
by | Jan 27, 2014 | Lacrosse, Plays, The Affair, The Consequences, Writing
I just cleaned my house. And I am not a good cleaner. In fact, I’m a terrible cleaner. But, I’m a bundle of nerves and excitement and cleaning calms me down. I remember watching Monica’s neuroses on Friends when she’d clean to calm herself down. And while...
