exactly one year ago, I was on stage, clomping around in clunky shoes, thick, nude stockings, and a tent-like tunic from the 50s, while performing as Mrs. Martha Arable, Fern's mother in a community theatre production of Charlotte's Web. Right this minute, exactly one year ago, I was tired. Tired, and a bit disheveled. See? See, that's me, ready to leave for my evening performance. ...