Here is my story, so far . . .

I grew up in Mobile, Alabama in the 1960s and 70s– enough said about that. My parents had spent the previous 25 years living in New York City. I grew up believing NYC was the center of the universe. And maybe they were right. After eight years in parochial schools I convinced them to let me go to a public high school – W.P. Davidson. For college I wanted to get away from Mobile and went all the way to Memphis, TN. Rhodes College, formally Southwestern at Memphis, is a small liberal arts college. There were 112 people in my class and there was a 12 to 1 ratio of students to professors. I got my Masters at Virginia Tech. So far I have lived in Mobile, Memphis, Washington, DC, Blacksburg, VA, Albany, NY, Stockbridge, MA, Atlanta, GA, New Haven, CT and finally New York City, NY. Since 2004, I have been in a relationship with a great guy who puts up with a lot because this is my first real relationship. In April of 2009 I became a parent when Joseph Liam Murphy Daly joined our lives. He was 9 days old and everything changed and I would not go back for anything. I not even sure I remember what it was like.
Life is good.
By trade and training I am a fundraiser. My intent when I left graduate school was to work for theaters and eventually run one. And I did for quite a few – Arena Stage, Long Wharf Theater, Berkshire Theater Festival to name a few. I was a bit disappointed at the theaters and when I came to New York I was lucky enough to get a job at a great organization – ArtsConnection. ArtsConnection is an arts in education organization that does yeomen’s work in the City’s public schools. Eventually, I moved to social service agencies like BRC. BRC is a homeless services agency working throughout New York. The work they do is passionate and caring but never patronizing.  From 2004 until 2009, I had the pleasure of working for The New York Foundling, a child welfare agency. This year I founded a new non-profit City families. We assit individuals and couples to adopt childen therough New York's childwelfare system. I Ihere are thousands of children avalable for adoption in New York and we believe that if more people knew and and understood the truth about these children they would be fewer people looking elseware to adopt.
When I was 10 years old I did my first play. It was at the Pixie Playhouse in Mobile, Al. I have been involved in performing ever since. During my time in Memphis, I had the opportunity to do a lot of theater. I played everything from Jim in Glass Menagerie, Guildenstern in Hamlet to Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors. I think my favorite, along with Little Shop, is A Day In Hollywood/ A Night in the Ukraine . It was my first paying job and I learned more about timing and stamina. I also met people who are friends to this day. About six years ago I decided I wanted to start performing again. For years I had been joking that I was going to do a show entitled “Songs My Therapist Says I Should Not Sing.” I called up a friend from Memphis who is a great musical director and we got started it. To me cabaret is much harder then theater because a great deal of “me” is required to be on the stage and in the material. So far I have done three shows and I am working on the fourth. Check out my clips!
I was adopted into two vastly different families – the Glaudes and the Dalys. My mother’s family, the Glaude family, was predominate in almost every way. First there were a lot of them. My mother had five brothers and sisters and most of them had several children each. So by the time I came along Thanksgiving could mean 50 people. It was pretty amazing. For me the best part was that even though I was adopted I looked like them. In fact, I look like my adopted parents. The Glaude’s were Creole, which to them meant a mixture of African, Spanish and a huge helping of French. Supposedly my great grandmother only spoke broken English and French. Of course her name was Fanny Goldsmith and who knows what that means.

The Dalys were a smaller brood. My day had three brothers and two had children. My grandfather was part Indian and part African. My grandmother was white – grey eyes and ash blonde hair. After she married my grandfather she lived the rest of her life as a Black woman. I would have loved to know her whole story.
They both had interesting stories. I have done research on both families and hope to put it on this site soon. At minimum I have a ton of family photos which I will put up.

So far my life has been a fascinating journey and I can’t wait to see where it