The thing in the center of your eye is called a pupil.
Thoughts on teaching fledgling theater students.
February 5, 2009 · Leave a comment
Open Letter to the Ugly Old Hag Who Is Directly Responsible for My Wife Coming Home in Tears.
Whatever your name was, it remains unloved.
January 16, 2009 · Leave a comment
One man’s trash is another man’s memory.
A resurfaced piece of relevant nostalgia.
January 16, 2009 · Leave a comment
Creative Control 