Listening For Your Soul Mate

Listening For Your Soul Mate
By Gloria Mann The first time that I remember truly listening and hearing from deep within my soul was when my high school drama teacher played a recording of the classic film Cyrano de Bergerac, starring the great classical actor Jose Ferrer, and based on the romantic play written in 1897 by Edmond Rostand. My ...

Call Me Aunt Connie

Call Me Aunt Connie
By Gloria Mann I still vividly remember that hot Miami day when my mother brought a stranger home to meet us. Her friend was wearing an elegant blue and white summer dress, elbow-length white gloves, a white sun hat and huge sunglasses. She greeted me and said, “Hello darling, it’s so wonderful to meet you! ...

Where Is Grief To Go?

Where Is Grief To Go?
By Gloria Mann This is a post about grief. It is about a singular grief, but all our griefs are one grief. Anyone who is in any way connected to news or social media has by now heard of the death of Cecil the lion at the hands of an American dentist and part-time trophy ...

Acting Outside the Box

Acting Outside the Box
By Gloria Mann I began doing local theatre at The San Diego Repertory Theatre. I also participated in master classes led by various directors affiliated with this theatre, as did other aspiring local actors. One of the actors I met there became an especially good friend. Karen was incredibly talented, and like all of us ...

The Force of Gratitude

The Force of Gratitude
By Gloria Mann Sometimes, whether due to work, passion or fate, we find ourselves playing multiple roles. But this may fragment us; it’s not always easy to maintain our center.  Where will we find the glue that binds us together under one purpose?  What resources, what treasures exist inside ourselves to help us to maintain ...

From Coma to Yoga

From Coma to Yoga
By Gloria Mann Years ago, I was on the faculty of The Culinary Institute of America in Hyde Park, New York. One day, while walking to my car in the school parking lot, I was struck by a speeding van. Tossed into the air, I landed on my back suffering cracked vertebrae, a concussion, and ...

Sometimes We Do What We Have To

Sometimes We Do What We Have To
By Gloria Mann Today I want to describe one of the most difficult events of my life; my brother’s murder. I was 15 years old at the time. We had just moved from Miami to Winter Park, Florida and I was beginning my junior year in High School.  I know now that my family was ...