I had a great experience writing this commission, and the resulting play, Sanctuary at the Oak Grove, is my favorite play of mine in years (here’s a monologue from the play). In light of the momentous occasion of its completion (there’s still a little work to be done, but it’s all there), I decided to […]Read More Roman Holiday w Stuart Bousel
This is a monologue from my latest play Sanctuary at the Oak Grove. Numa is a lanky 20-something in a knit cap who doesn’t speak unless he has something to say, and he just killed the Rex Nemorensis (King of the Oak Grove) with his bare hands. NUMA (shrugs) Well, I meant to kill. (waves […]Read More Numa
I’d always planned to be one of those culturally literate urban moms who took her kid to see and be part of all the City has to offer. Which is why I’m ashamed to say that my son C saw his very first Shakespeare play this weekend. I could’ve taken him to sock puppet presentations […]Read More Baby’s first Shakespeare
Haven’t been blogging as much since my mother started reading my blog…. since she started commenting, it’s been impossible. Hi, Mom, I love you, but… So I’m here on the subway on my way to some job, some place of employment where I employ myself, and I wasn’t sure if I should bring my laptop, […]Read More meditating on mothers who read blogs
We’re not great gift givers. When it’s my birthday, I tell D exactly what I want. And I ask him to go get it. At some point during this conversation, whether over weeks or a few minutes, we argue about it. D doesn’t like to be told what to get for me, but my goal […]Read More We’re not great gift givers.
Arrive at subway station. Wait 15 minutes for N train. Q train arrives instead. Board Q train. Feel okay about progress, both trains go to Union Sq. Make next station stop. Bw that stop and the next we are informed that train will go local from here on out. Proceed very slowly to local stops. […]Read More Right this very godforsaken minute beneath a city of millions
I finished my book last night. My novel. It feels strange to say, like after you get married and say “husband” for the first time. I finished the first real finished draft. There’s still bits and pieces, like I know there’s a thing I forgot to put in near the end, and some moments and […]Read More I finished.