I’m a playwright – 6 years ago I would have called myself a director…and maybe a poet… In fact, this blog could stand as an ode to Black History Month, but to me it is more about identity. “Discovering” my blackness in a world that was predominantly white took time, but ultimately the self-acceptance proved...
I received an email this morning with the letter below and find it appropriate to discuss / post here. I do not agree with Blackface and certainly do not agree with”Brownface” to depict Asian Americans. It seems that with the diverse acting pool in the city, The Roundabout would have found a way to use...
I received an email this morning with the letter below and find it appropriate to discuss / post here. I do not agree with Blackface and certainly do not agree with”Brownface” to depict Asian Americans. It seems that with the diverse acting pool in the city, The Roundabout would have found a way to use...
If you knew me way back when – you may not recognize me now. Some days I feel like Martha Stewart: baking, taking care of our daughter, keeping up with housework…truly domestic. Other days, I wish I could call on my French au pair to go where I go so I could do the simple...
If you knew me way back when – you may not recognize me now. Some days I feel like Martha Stewart: baking, taking care of our daughter, keeping up with housework…truly domestic. Other days, I wish I could call on my French au pair to go where I go so I could do the simple...
We’ve spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on degrees that are packed in boxes we rarely unpack in between the annual apartment moves. The time spent educating ourselves would lead one to believe that post-graduation would be a breeze. Right…. But with an MFA in Playwrighting, Directing or Acting… job applications are not always...
We’ve spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on degrees that are packed in boxes we rarely unpack in between the annual apartment moves. The time spent educating ourselves would lead one to believe that post-graduation would be a breeze. Right…. But with an MFA in Playwrighting, Directing or Acting… job applications are not always...
I was remiss in not mentioning the start of Black History Month in Friday’s “Oreo” post. One might think that with a blog entitled, “The Day I Found Out I was Black” that I might be the first to take note, but motherhood distracts me from most of what made me who I was before...
I was remiss in not mentioning the start of Black History Month in Friday’s “Oreo” post. One might think that with a blog entitled, “The Day I Found Out I was Black” that I might be the first to take note, but motherhood distracts me from most of what made me who I was before...
Happy Friday! In honor of the end of the work week, let’s keep it light… with a poem…. This poem is from “The Day I Found Out I was Black” – which was performed in 2004 at Indiana University. I haven’t read it in quite some time, so looking at it now made me chuckle...
