D. D Bartholomew
D.D. Bartholomew is retired from the Metropolitan Opera in NYC and a published romance author. Her books are set in the opera world, often with a mafia twist. She studies iaido (samurai sword) at a small school on Long Island.
The Bardavon 1869 Opera House
When I mentioned to a few friends that I was going to visit a theater called the Bardavon 1869 Opera House they asked me why I was going there. I was surprised. After all, it’s the oldest continuously operating theater in New York State. Why wouldn’t I want to see it?
Three Times the Charm
We met while I was waiting for a bus. It was pouring and I’d forgotten to bring an umbrella when I’d left work. As I stood in the rain huddling under the flimsy plastic overhang by the bus stop, I noticed a man standing near me and sharing his umbrella. He never said a word. I only noticed because the rain had stopped falling on me.
Waste Management Redefined
The days were most cloudy at that time of year and when a nice day occurred, it tended to brighten my mood. That’s what happened one day back in February when the weather was beautiful. That day the sun was shining, the temperatures were well above freezing, the snow was melting (although not quickly enough for me) and I decided it was too nice outside to waste the day hibernating inside my house. I decided to take a long drive and went to one of my favorite places: Captree State Park.
Tegami - A Letter
In 2008 Angela Aki, a singer-songwriter then based in Japan, released a song called Tegami. It was a letter from a 15-year-old to her adult self, with a reply from the adult self to the 15-year-old. It was a sensation. Middle-school children related so well to the song that when it played on the TV or anywhere else, they would cry crying hysterically. The lyrics are below:
“Amore mio, promise me you’ll be with me when I die,” he said to me. I looked at him, not knowing if he was serious or not, but said, “Yes, I promise. Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, I’ll come to you. But don’t go and die on me any time soon, all right?”
Love is Strange
Love is strange. I mean, how does one define love? There are so many different types, different meanings, different human interactions. Love can be defined as a philia, a deep friendship. The type where two or more people can have intimate, meaningful conversations but there is absolutely no physical attraction. Love can be familiar, totally selfless and unconditional. It means giving of yourself without any expectation of receiving back. There is a type of love called agape, meaning to put someone else’s needs ahead of your own. There is eros, a physical need which can be demonstrated through holding hands, kissing and in many more intimate ways.
The Complexity of Simplicity
Simplicity is defined as the state of being uncomplicated, according to Merriam-Webster. And when one goes to a theater, whether in an opera house, on Broadway or even in an amateur production, it could seem like that. After all, what does the audience see? A bare stage with a few props? Maybe a sheer drop-down curtain to set the background? It would be natural for a person to assume that because the setting is simple the whole show was simple to produce.
Be a Samurai
“In a world of princesses, be a samurai,” the saying goes. But what does it mean to be a samurai? Perhaps, we have a pre-conceived idea of what a samurai is. We might picture a man dressed in armor carrying a large sword and killing his enemies willy-nilly. But there are more to the samurai than we think.
Last July I lost my job. It was unfortunate that the partners I supported had no say in whether or not I had a job. I was told by a former co-worker that they were blindsided when they found out I had been let go. That decision had been made by someone in another state who knew nothing about what I did and who I supported. Heck, they'd never even met me.