There are a myriad number of stories of great writers being burned by Hollywood. At the beginning of the sound age, dramatists of note...

Forty years ago, Stephen Sondheim and James Lapine unleashed on the world a difficult, demanding, rapturous musical called Sunday in the...

This last Sunday, I attended the Cahaba Theatre Group’s staged reading of Neil Simon’s Jake’s Women . As there was only one performance,...

Growing up as an actor, I always believed actors were born, not made. Certainly, one can learn techniques of speaking and movement,...

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...

In the mid-1970s, when the country was in a deep malaise over Watergate, Vietnam, the failure of most of the late-60s protests, artists...

I recently got the exciting news that a short play of mine, Approaching the Summer Sun, is slated for publication in the first issue of...

I get into obsessions. After weeks of reading Browning’s poetry, I’ll switch to Sondheim and there will be weeks of listening, humming,...

The Summer Bobby(ie) Lee Turner Loved Me, referenced in last week's post, was written between May 2005 and late 2007. It is published in...