I used to write a little birthday post every year. I would list all the interesting things about the number/age I was turning and reflect. I...

 Tonight after opening, and a week of tech plus 2 show days, I was doing the show feeling as “lost” and “at sea” and “clueless” as I ever ha...

     "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...

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,...

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...