I mention to the barista that I have to go back to school tomorrow. “I used to work at a school. First I was a preschool teacher, and then I was a janitor. I found whole apples stuck in the toilets.” Thus the summer came to an end. I chose Hawaiian coffee, because the sound […]
Read More Fish Were JumpingHere’s how I feel about theater: All my first crushes were theater boys. I have read a huge number of theater theory books, and believe Brecht and Artaud are correct, though I certainly enjoy a lot of things they wouldn’t. I have read an enormous number of actor biographies, including but not limited to Julie […]
Read More Tragedy Plus TimeLast time I went to Abilene, I cried. This was an accomplishment. Middle aged me can rarely cry. This time, I had a panic attack over a grilled cheese sandwich. Ha! In the Eisenhower chapel, the famous couple is buried along with their child who died long before they did. I sat and read about […]
Read More What Eisenhower Can and Can’t DoI remember during covid there was a time people realized nothing mattered more than art. Was there a new episode of a series you loved? Everything is solved. Had your favorite musician put out a song you could hear? The day is saved. Maybe relationships matter. But relationships are built on stories, which are art. […]
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