This is the last photograph of my un-scarred body. The last photo of a sick woman. The final photo of Alexandra Silber with colitis.  ...

 And just like that, the Troupe disperses. What a life we lead. The sacrifices made to serve as we do. For all of the emotional, spiritual a...

Darling Women,   Pico Iyer said “heaven is where you think of nowhere else…”  I love this definition so much. It captures something ineffabl...

As adults, as we experience more criticism and feedback, are told to be “realistic” and “practical,” in our ambitions, imaginations and sc...

I've spent the last few decades of my life proverbially standing in a position of striving. In many ways that stance was probably respon...

One of the most profound ways to fight Anti-Semitism is to live a joyful and proud Jewish existence. In times of hatred and annihilation, ✨J...

There is nothing to see here, folks. Just the entire company of Indecent trekking to Little Venice on a Wednesday to see our own Josh Middle...

 Sometimes the American Theatre Tribe takes London.

Are these screenshots from me and Henry Goodman doing an advertisement for the Jewish Film Festival of London?  Why yes it is. Did we ride t...

Today is the 20th anniversary of the death of my father, Michael Silber. I’ve been pretty overwhelmed with feelings about it. Sometimes this...

 On 14 March, 2020, Rebecca Taichman's original production of Paula Vogel's Indecent played its second preview performance at the M...

An agitation of the air, A perturbation of the light Admonished me the unloved year Would turn on its hinge that night.   I...