During a typical week, I attend the theater more than once. I almost never attend talkbacks. The more theater I see, the more outwardly snobby I have grown about the…
By now, you are aware that the discovery of arts journalism transformed my life. I straddled the spectrum when I entered college, pursuing coursework in both theater and business. I…
I sit on my roof alone, reading The Wasteland out loud with a stopwatch, because I am both curious and competitive on the question how long does it take to read The Wasteland? I…
orbiting coming full circle is not about revolving. to say you’ve been here before was, I assure you, never the goal. it’s not a flash of deja vu, not a…
alcohol and coffee In a brew house in Germany we’ve never been to together, there is a dancing bear in a fountain, benches filled with strangers, there i drank my first…
working on my O’Neill Critics Institute application tonight and this happened instead. What I would tell someone to impress them, as it relates to theater criticism in the span of…
I recently took up residence in a gorgeous downtown apartment with my co-worker Annie. It was one of those “everything is going so great, too great” moments that put me…
Look, I don’t mean to enter this post so defensive, but last year I had the same problem. I don’t stay in the same place long enough to make a…
This is me taking a moment to congratulate one show and two companies for accomplishing what I, until this week, considered impossible: a critical dialogue in Dallas. Until “Second City…
I sit out here and I smell cigar. All I smell is cigar, the air is dripping with it. It rained while I was in the play and I suppose…
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