Thanks to Facebook, I was reminded that today was the anniversary of One Life to Live.
I started at One Life to Live right around an anniversary. A significant
one, actually, which had me wearing a formal dress for a party at
Tavern on the Green about a month into my first job. Pretty cool, huh?
As exciting as my first few months there were--meeting actors I'd
watched on TV, celebrating someone's birthday practically every week (or so it
seemed), flipping through scripts while delivering them or marking cuts and changes in them--I don't think I imagined then that the place would
be my "home" for as long as it was. I was there through producer changes
and there through the move to another building. I was there on 9/11, and there during
an NYC blackout. I was given a wedding shower and a baby shower there.
In some ways, the show became as much of a family to me as my own
family. And then, it was gone. Revived briefly, but gone.
Thankfully, like family, it left me with a head full of memories. Some
are captured in albums full of pictures, others in the friends I still
keep in touch with, still others in stories I tell my kids. It was a
place that gave me some of the best times and experiences of my
life--and in so many ways, helped to shape the person I am now.
Thanks to some friends, I was reminded that today was the anniversary of
One Life to Live. Happy Anniversary to a show, and a place, that led
me, in all sorts of ways, to where--and who--I am today.