First rule: observe! If you are intent upon being a performance artist, dedicated to showing audiences the elegant truths of life, you must first become…

Nobody sings anymore. Isn't that your voice singing? Listen! Listen...

I am waiting in a long line. My left knee hurts, so i open my umbrella/portable seat. I sit. Someone I don’t know strikes up…

If I stepped out of my body It was September 3, 1939. Again, today Sarah tried to send a telegram to Agatha. “And the address?”…

Rome January 2020 Our pricey hired tour guide who looks like a Botticelli angel herself, has left us to drift at our own tempo through…

The dawn broke. The new boys crept from the mud. They scrambled to the barb wire. The met the men who had cycled through the…

Nighttime is dreamtime. And since theater - live theater, with nothing in the space between actors and audience but space for enchantment - since theater…

A Familiar Touch Mutti hurried to the train station, the scent of fish still on her clothes. She read the telegram again. “Son wounded. Tempelhof…

I haven't written a lot about my teaching. But I remember standing in the middle of a classroom of some 24 young actors - yes…

I hated early morning bookings. However, the money in doing radio/ T.V. voice-overs is good, and, if I could do enough chicken voices for L”Eggs…

An Insane Devotion Mutti and Herr Finkham stooped low in the back room of Herr Finkham’s shop. The roar of broken glass was deafening. Shouts…

I’ve lived in SF long enough to forget how it feels to walk out of a warm house and right into a 5:30 AM freezing…