We sat in uncomfortable folding chairs around the dressing room , each one directly in front of a mirror , each mirror delineating a single student/actor's dressing room space, just so many inches wide and deep (out in the professional…

"Give one last breath back to the world, get riddah that carbon dioxide--take a big whiff of good old fresh air -then start yo cycle all ovah again!" It was Dappah da Enviro Mental Rappah live onstage at The Independent…

I don't wanna imagine anything, Vince thought. I wanna feel things, to do things, to touch things, to want things, & I wanna get what I want, yeah, to get what I want when I wanna get it. He was…

A road that leads to a friend Is a road without an end-- Is a road unfamiliar to me-- not because I have no friend but because my friend has not asked me to drive with him to a destined…

Come November 2, the day before election day, it will have been 143 years since Emma Lazarus wrote the words that are on the statue of liberty: Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from…

My first step on the road that led to my friend Gwen was dropping out of Anna Maria College for Women, a Catholic run by nuns who had traveled the world and dedicated their lives to women’s education. It was…

Busy working actors may not make it home for family Thanksgiving feasts, proudly produced Bar Mitzvah's, or consumer-centric Christmases, but some of my very warmest holiday memories are populated by the generous and hearty fellow actors I have been on…

I had shown my film COWGIRLS, at the Women of the American West conference in Sun Valley, Idaho, where the local bookshop had set up a table in the community center hallway. I picked the novel up to read during…

It seemed so unlikely That water and fire should do anything But extinguish the possibility Of warmth. But, if the music is destined For only you to hear, Then, shock of shocks, Miracles do happen. And the planet is -hello!…

Dear Stevie, It has been six months since you left us in the spring. We got through summer, all of us, thinking of you, especially when swimming in a beautiful body of water, such as blue lakes. In the past…

I read a great line the other day by the Spanish poet Jaime Gil de Biedma: “I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.” I took this to mean…