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...

Brigadoon (New Adaptation)   I first came to Scotland at eighteen years old, carrying more grief than I knew how to name. I had just lost m...

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

  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...

Mirror selfie at the Four Seasons Last week, I was a VIP guest at the St. Andrews Society of Los Angeles for Robert Burns Night at the Four ...

Friends, I humbly share with you all: I made a thing.  Well. I RE-made a thing.  And what an honor it is.    Inspired by the giants of Alan ...