Surreal to see the Halloween yard decorations blowing past my apartment window: a fleet of witches without their brooms just flew by. Ironically, they’ll probably end up actually flying into a tree. Oh, here comes their riderless brooms sweeping the leaves; and here come the trees! There goes a chorus-line of glow-in-the-dark skeletons holding hands…
Sure hope you all enjoyed watching those two grown men get mad at each other on TV last night as much as the people here at Mama’s Boarding House did. Mama says she bets they are both mighty proud of themselves for standing up to one another like men do and showing us they have…
Middle-aged heavyweight woman with five o’clock shadow pushing a loaded babushka cart and wearing some kind of schmatta on her head spit at me and then mumbled something in Russian as I jogged by her. Sources tell me it was either an ancient curse or a killer recipe for borscht. Not to be outdone, an…
I love teaching theatre to people of all ages, it is one of my greatest joys. I especially loved when I was teaching young people and I was handed The Bad Kids— The anarchists, The ones who had insomnia, The ones who wore vintage Issey Miyake they found deeply buried in the bins at Goodwill…
Noxious night. No air. Breathing impaired. Hot. Humid. Put it this way, you know how when you get loaded in the boats on Pirates of Caribbean, And you start your “voyage”, And then you drop down that first ramp, And then you float into the ride and you feel that blast of humidity, And you…