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 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…
When I read the Spoleto festival booklet and saw there would be a concert featuring a John Cage piece, I was immediately sent back to the first time I watched…
Wednesday, I couldn’t remember my age. Sitting in my first radio interview for Charleston’s NPR affiliate, I had answered tough questions about the differences between reporting and criticism; I’d expounded…
It seems to me, a good blog demands honesty. This immediately makes me a bad blogger. I lie about a lot of things, my age being the most common untruth.…
When I moved into my house last July, I didn’t know it had foundation problems. But when I put the box spring, which happened to be on wheels, into the…
This morning as I sit in the 8th Avenue Starbucks, attempting to wax poetic about my life, John Legend keeps popping up on the speakers. And every time I hear…
Already today six people have offered to help me lug my suitcase around; four people have asked me for money; two people have told me, “Honey, you are so young.”…
When I was a budding pre-teen, the siren call of acting tingled in my ears. I jumped into the water and swam to the shore…. or, more accurately I auditioned…
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