I’m a journal-er. Yes, I’m a writer, so it would make sense that I journal. But I really journal. Lots. And most of that never sees the light of day. It’s the writing I know I’m not gonna share with anyone else, and therefore, I can be free to write anything. Anything. (Sidenote: When I…
When I ride the blue line, I feel like I’m in an Alternate-Reality-Chicago. It’s a path not taken. A “if I had moved to Ukranian Village, I’d be one of these people” feeling. If I’d done more than dipped my toes into the waters of visual art, if instead of diving into theatre, I’d gone…
“NEW SHOW” is not only the title of this post. It is the title of the word document folder on my computer that contains my next solo show. I know–incredibly creative, right? Of course, “NEW SHOW” is not going to be the actual title of the show. But I haven’t come up with anything yet,…
As an artist, I make art. Then, people look at my art….or in my case, watch my art or read my art. Then, sometimes they will say things about my art. Artists like it when people say things about their art. It means that the art moved them enough to make them want to say…
Dear Lovely Single Pals, I apologize if I’ve been annoying at all lately. I haven’t been myself. Well, I’ve been myself. But not the myself that I’m–or you–are used to. I’ve been the “dating someone….oh, now I’m in a relationship all of a sudden” version of myself. And I’m not used to this version. I’d…
there are some days looking out across the lake when I see mountains that aren’t there clouds and sunlight and shadows and memories collaborate making mountain mirages after the joy of Oh my gosh! Mountains! comes the disappointment of Oh. They’re not real. but they are still beautiful which is still joyful and what’s disappointing…
In the interest of speaking in highly general terms, there is one main difference between teaching improvisational theatre to kids and teaching improvisational theatre to adults. With kids, you are supervising play. With adults, you are facilitating play.
When faced by any loss, there’s no point in trying to recover what has been. It’s best to take advantage of the large space that opens up before us and fill it with something new. -Paulo Coelho
Right now I am in Chicago, sitting at home and thinking about stories. Stories are like dreams. They are intimate, revealing, and can transport us to other times and places. June 5, 2012. I’m in Seattle on vacation, taking the bus to see a friend. When I get on the #44 and ask for a…
Ah, I love lookin’ at the search word terms for my site. Apparently, just recently, someone clicked on my site ’cause they searched the following: “monkey in dream is good or bad” In case they click over here again, I’ll venture to help them. Well, Dear Reader, I’d say that depends. Are you a performer…