Cleveland Centennial!

My brother tells a story; fifty years ago, on November 9 (also a Sunday) it was unseasonably warm, so warm that he recalls that mother took ...

The summer of 1993 was challenging. I was pretending to be an edgy, underground theater producer in downtown Cleveland, at the same time neg...

Twenty years ago today, August 26, 2002, we held the first public reading of I Hate This (a play without the baby) . To recap, my wife and ...

dissociation n. the disconnection or separation of something from something else or the state of being disconnected. In psychiatry: separa...

Upstairs at Parnell's What’s next? As I described previously in my post on procrastination , I have been managing my deadlines not ...

James Rankin as Pengo Monday night, a small gathering joined me at my house for an informal reading of And The You Die (How I Ran a Mara...

last nite. And what's it you do again? Oh I'm a reminder The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition Set to parry the cock...

Brief, solitary air travel lends me the opportunity to consume books with great speed, which can be greatly disorienting as one novel can ...

Let us assume that when I am not updating my Centennial blog on a regular basis, it means that instead of musing about writing, I am I the p...

  We are coming to the end of another pleasurable Christmas weekend at my in-laws. The day did not go as planned, it was to be a finally ...