In the early 2000s, I inherited a book collection from my former theatre teacher. It was a virtual treasure trove of hardcover and...

This article originally appeared on an earlier blog and was included in the collection Everyone Else is Wrong (And You Know It):...

At a bachelor party in the prairies. Here for my friend’s wedding. I have nothing in common with these men in uniform, but am happy to be...

I have always hated Thursdays. I consider them insufferable twenty-four periods you have to wade through to get to Friday and the start...

I find myself often at a loss as to what publishers of poetry and drama want these days. I’m told the subjects to which I’ve always been...

In March of 2007, I was picked up from the hospital by my folks and nephews. Unbeknownst to me, I had an allergic reaction to sulfa drugs...

Last week, like countless others, I was moved by the death of Michael Gambon, a British actor who did amazing things onstage and off. As...

Yes, I am a poet (playwright), two hundred years too late… I was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck, choking me. When I...

All photographs, save the last image, appear courtesy of Steven Ross. For more information about his work, visit his website. The odds...

As we have just passed the 22nd anniversary of the terrible loss on 9/11/01, I thought about old New York. I was scrolling through social...

After seven weeks of hashing out words (when I was able) about the rehearsal process for a production of Waiting for Godot I’m currently...

I’m still vertical. It’s a low bar for living, but there you are. After this experience—rehearsing for my first stage role in nearly 20...

Last Friday night, the show finally settled into a place where the bones were there. I don’t know when we started using the word bones to...

Week 5 As mentioned last week, Virginia Samford Theatre, near Linn Park in Birmingham holds a lot of special memories for me. Between...

This week, I’ll catch us up on two weeks of rehearsal as the opening date of Waiting for Godot at BFT barrels toward us. Week 3 It is a...

To appropriate a quote from Tennessee Williams, “Sometimes—there’s Godot—so quickly!” But also, sometimes, life just happens, and you...

The first thing I panicked about was pencils. Pencils! Did I even own a pencil? When was the last time I even used a pencil? A pencil, a...

It has been an anxiety-riddled year trying to prepare for an anxiety-riddled play. In a little less than two months, I will be playing...

Prefatory Note: I acknowledge I can never understand the suffering women have experienced and continue to experience in instances of...

A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of seeing James Taylor and his All-Star Band at Oak Mountain Amphitheatre in Pelham, Alabama. I’ve...