Kelly Letourneau

Since February 15th, I've visited Santa Fe, the Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, San Francisco, and Salt Lake City-- all new places to see. It has been quite the adventure. Santa Fe was like no place I'd ever seen before. Mountains served as a backdrop while the St. Francis Basillica basked in the golden light of sunset. Truly breath-taking. We visited the Georgia O'Keefe Museum while in Santa Fe. Upon entering the museum, I knew very little about the "Mother of American Modernism,

"Often Laura thought how happy and how fortunate she was. Nothing anywhere could be better than being at home with the home folks, she was sure." -THOSE HAPPY GOLDEN YEARS, Laura Ingalls Wilder In THOSE HAPPY GOLDEN YEARS, Laura becomes a teacher for the first time and begins teaching twelve miles away from home. She returns every weekend (thanks to Almanzo Wilder and his cutter) to spend time with her family. Like Laura, I, too, experienced a kind of homecoming this week. I

This past week, the gang has made our way through four different states-- Georgia, Alabama, North Carolina, and South Carolina. Our week was full of shows, AND I was able to get a salad with spinach (not iceberg lettuce) more than once, so it was a killer week. We've had quite a few question and answer sessions this past week, and they are quickly becoming one of my favorite aspects of touring with this show. We are asked questions that range from, "How old are you?" to "What

Born February 7th, 1867, Laura Elizabeth Ingalls Wilder would have been 150 years-old today. Even though she was born two centuries ago, her stories still tickle the fancies of young readers and bring to light questions of goodness and faith. There's something worldly to these children's books that I continue to sift through while on tour with a musical about the author's life. Thanks to a friend on Facebook who shared it with me, I read the NYTimes article about Laura, which

"Yep. It was time to move on again, but it didn't bother me though. In fact, I liked it-- movin' on... Guess that's PIONEERIN' SPIRIT!" When I left NYC on Tuesday, I was a bit sad to say goodbye to the place that has become my home over the past four and a half years. I had to leave my little studio on the UWS for two months, only to return at the end of March in order to find a new place to live. It was a bittersweet good-bye. Life on the road, however, has sweetened any of