"Hm... I wonder if someone has made a clerical error."   This is how I feel about playing Désirée Armfeldt in Stephen Sondhei...

If there is an artist reading this—exhausted, frightened, embarrassed by the size of your own wanting—I want to say something plainly:     M...

Last day in California.  Leaving Brigadoon.  And I am thrilled to report: I do not leave hollowed out, but brimming with fullness. I have sp...

The glorious company, taking a bow Our brand new Brigadoon is open. For nearly three years, this piece existed mostly in private: in notes a...

Oh hello. WTF. I am currently in Los Angeles having the most important professional experience of my entire career.   Let me say that again,...

It with profound sorrow that I join the world in mourning the loss of a once-in-generation musician, Michael Tilson Thomas. I have many me...

  No words. Because *every last word I could ever have*, is in those pages.  Day 1. Let’s go. Och aye.    John Steinbeck wrote a letter to h...

What I’ve come to understand (slowly, reluctantly, and with the emotional elegance of a rabid possum trapped inside a Panera) is that I f...

There is cold, and then there is New-York-waiting-for-the-above-ground-N-train-in-deepest-February cold.   Ah yes! Welcome back you vicious...

From "All I Need is the Girl" with Robyn Hurder ‘ALL I NEED IS THE GIRL’ – 2026 There aren’t words to express what it meant to be...

There are certain nights in the theatre that feel less like performances and more like communal acts of remembrance. Broadway Backwards has ...

I have long believed that adulthood is poorly organized. Not in the broad philosophical sense—we’ve always known life is chaos—but in a cust...