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Jessica Asiala: Posted on Monday, September 05, 2011 9:36 PM
Mike loved competition. In every avenue of his life, he was a competitor. Whether it was in his youth playing baseball and basketball or, when I knew him, darts. He would argue a point, sometimes just for the sake of arguing. If he felt the need to compete, he'd bring up a controversial subject with whomever he was with so they could debate it. Even with me he did that from time to time. Fun, loving debates. My favorite was "I love you", he'd say. |
Comedy, Death, Love, Theater, Widow, Bay City Players, Pit & Balcony, grief, loss, Asiala, Bay City, friend, opportunity
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Jessica Asiala: Posted on Friday, September 02, 2011 2:38 PM
I'm currently rehearsing for a new show - "The Guys", by Anne Nelson - and Ms. Nelson references "tracks". Everyone's life operates within a certain track. The people you know are co-workers, parents of your children's friends, friends of friends - and, as was the case in "The Guys", following 9/11, everyone in New York City was jumping tracks and meeting people they never would have met before the incident. This got me thinking about my own track. |
Comedy, Death, Love, Theater, Widow, Bay City Players, Pit & Balcony, grief, loss, Asiala, Bay City, friend, opportunity
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Jessica Asiala: Posted on Sunday, August 21, 2011 1:36 PM
Sundays were our day. Mike and me. Together, all day. We'd get up in the morning and usually lounge around watching television. Most times, something on the History Channel. He loved the History Channel. Whether it was theories about the Kennedy assassination or the history of the hammer, he would watch it. I haven't been able to watch the History Channel since April, but I don't really need to know how the #2 pencil came to be. After a little History Channel, one of us would mention food. |
Comedy, Death, Love, Theater, Widow, Bay City Players, Pit & Balcony, grief, loss, Asiala, Bay City
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Jessica Asiala: Posted on Sunday, August 14, 2011 3:39 PM
Courage. Strength. I have heard numerous people use those words to describe. . . me. You are the strongest woman I know. I don't know where you get your courage. But I ask you - what other choice do I have? The minutes still tick away. The sun still rises and sets. All of these happen whether my beautiful husband is on this Earth or not. Where do I get my courage? I asked myself that question the other day. How in the good Lord's name have I been able to have the courage - the guts, the intestinal fortitude - to get up every morning and face the day alone, without my sidekick? |
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Jessica Asiala: Posted on Friday, August 12, 2011 8:54 AM
Theater is my life. My lifeistheater. When I first met my husband, I had been acting in community theater productions for less than five years. The first time I hit the stage was in "Grease" at Saginaw, Michigan's Pit & Balcony Theatre. We opened the week after 9/11. I merely auditioned because I had always been interested in acting, but never had the time to do it. They must have seen something, because I was cast. Big part. Chorus. However, one of the girls had to back out after an injury and I was asked to upgrade to Patty Simcox - the annoying cheerleader who actually had lines in the show! |
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