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Stupid God Damn Bird

Hey. You. Bird. Yes, you. The little baby robin who let me walk right up to him and take his picture, close-up. Yes, you. I’ll call you Louie. Hey, Louie. You’re one stupid fuck. Look at you. What the hell are … Continue reading

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Excerpt from an Unwritten Autobiography: First Father Figure

“Mad Jack” was the kindest and most accurate nickname our family could think of for my father. Although circumstances of his death remain slightly shaded in mystery, it did appear he had a stroke, or something similar, in December 2006 … Continue reading

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“Mine” Field (Reflections on a Play)

“You need a win,” my fiancee Sarah observed. And, like on so many situations, she was right. Yet for a long time, it didn’t look like that would be probable. “Mine”, my play about the life of a woman following … Continue reading

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“Mine”: Thousands of Words

These are a selection of production stills made by my good friend and brilliant photographer/cinematographer/mad genius, Richard Smith, during one of the early performances of “Mine” at the Chicago Fringe Festival 2016. “Mine” tracks an assault survivor (Kimmy Higginbotham) as … Continue reading

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“Bully”, or How To Write A Play You Don’t Want To Write

“Bully” was the next play I had to write. The problem is I didn’t want to write the damn thing. Life is a series of thousands of experiences; none are disconnected from each other. I’d go so far as to … Continue reading

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Farewells No. 3: Friends

When strangers see you kicked to the curb, their indifference is understandable. When friends do the same thing, it is slightly more impactful. The hardest part of 2012 was the loss of a few long-term friends. But perhaps that’s not … Continue reading

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