My picks for the Dramatic Canon

Some thoughts on JOHN PROCTOR IS THE VILLAIN

"Who'll be the next in line?"-The Kinks

The essay "The Theatre and the Blues"

Memories of judging the Alabama Youth Theatre Experience's Spring JAMboree!

In this year where everyone is on their tiptoes awaiting one form of political turmoil or another, my thoughts have been drifting toward...

As you read this, we are in the second day of summer, a season I appreciate (for all the life, the beauty, the cooling pool outside, the...

I rather enjoy publishing a blog post that announces a new publication. It is rather another thing to write one about the revocation of a...

In the early 2000s, I inherited a book collection from my former theatre teacher. It was a virtual treasure trove of hardcover and...

All photographs, save the last image, appear courtesy of Steven Ross. For more information about his work, visit his website. The odds...

I’m still vertical. It’s a low bar for living, but there you are. After this experience—rehearsing for my first stage role in nearly 20...

Last Friday night, the show finally settled into a place where the bones were there. I don’t know when we started using the word bones to...

The first thing I panicked about was pencils. Pencils! Did I even own a pencil? When was the last time I even used a pencil? A pencil, a...

On March 28, 1997, I sat down at my desk and wrote a one act play. It wasn’t the first play I wrote exactly, but it was the first one to...

I was in Jean Randich’s classroom at Bennington. I thought she was wild and wonderful. She was what I imagined when I dreamed up a New...