This past weekend, for the most part, was balls-out fantastic. I Have Before Me A Remarkable Document Given To Me By A Young Lady From Rwanda opened Friday night. There is an old theatre superstition that says if you have a good dress rehearsal, your opening will suck and vice-versa. But someone, somewhere must have pleased the thespian gods, for ( Read more... )

The Great Canadian Theatre company is accepting application's for their playwriting workshop and I've decided to apply. If accepted, I'll have the opportunity to develop a script under the guidance of Canadian playwright and dramaturg, Arthur Milner. I believe they only accept eight artists into the program, so I'm going to do my damndest to make ( Read more... )

Being a parent can be rough. ( Sometimes being a kid can be tougher. )

( I'm insecure. Big. Freaking. Surprise. )

The other day Drama King and I were talking about change. Growing up, I clung desperately to what was familiar or traditional. Probably not surprising. According to the one and a half parenting books I've read, children equate constancy with stability ( Read more... )

Between mothering, writing and giving an orgasm workshop, I kept myself occupied reading Sweet Valley High recaps.

I confess. I read over 30 SVH volumes between grades four and six. Plus the Super Specials. Plus a whole bunch of Sweet Valley Twins. Also, I totally MIGHT have read one of those historical spin-off SVHs on vacation a few years ( Read more... )