“You won’t know til you’re there,” she said. It suggested more depth than a platitude, but that didn’t make it any more comforting given the circumstances. “Til I’m where?” I retorted, unable to check a whine I knew was childish.…

So, Broadway is such huge Big Business, ( though even the greatest "hit" will never see the profits of even the smallest international corporation), that regular performances, steady, up to standard and guaranteed, must have some mechanism for assuring that…

The shot out with unfailing precision, handed the woman her cup of coffee. She didn't know how it was made, all was done behind a plastic wall. The coffee slid through the slot, hot, piping. She stepped on the conveyor…

It doesn't take much. I keep my mouth shut and wear a blank face, as if I'm covered in an invisibility blanket. I stand in line, expecting nothing except for an exchange of "Hi, how are ya." I've seen this…

"I didn't intend to join," the boy said. "They just assumed I would be part of them." "You liked the uniform." "I like to go outside. I'm not like you. I can't live underground my whole life." "You'll die outisde."…

Pasted to the table in front of me, were words written around hearts and stars, as if lives weren't being changed in this memo. "PIP in partnership with Mandy for Arthur" This little neon orange sticky note, meant for the…

Happy Birthday Megan’s friends and colleagues pretended to be shocked and dismayed when Anita told them that she was hanging up her pointe shoes for good. Dancing was her passion and she was good, even very good at it but…

It shouldn’t be this hard, to say what’s really happening. Not you dredging up a bloated grudge, insisting that you were wronged. By me. Always by me. Not that it’s always my fault; it’s just never your own. You have…

The human impulse, the basic need, to tell another person what happened is eternally within us. And thus, Story was born….and has lived with us from the dawn of time , our companion every minute of every day. We have…

I saw him at the checkout, and I . . . He glanced over at me, and his mouth . . . (His lips!) I was wearing my low-cut dress, the one he . . . I averted my eyes,…

When I was younger, just one largely symbolic training bra into adolescence, I wanted to be a Saint. I wasn’t Catholic and I did acknowledge that as an obstacle but when I read the lives of Saints - Susanna, Theresa,…