The Husband is sitting on the floor across from me. He’s immersed in the bliss of his record collection. “You’re the one that I long to kissBaby, you’re the one that I really missBaby, you’re the one that I’m dreaming ofBaby, you’re the one that …
I told a commercial agent today that my age range as an actor starts at sixteen. As I said it, I hoped he wasn’t noticing the wrinkle between my eyes. It’s the only telling sign of my true age. My friend’s sister had a wrinkle …
I worked at a production company yesterday. Owned by a director of many big, recognizable movies, and operated by the producer of most of those movies, I looked forward to “getting my foot in the door” of this well-reputed company. What I intended to do …
Some years ago, while visiting Los Angeles, I drove past a swatch of grass dotted with people lounging on blankets, on lawn chairs, on the bare ground. I imagined they must all be important – writers, producers, directors, actors. Only in LA would I have …
Part I. I drove to the front of the building and sat in my idling car, amused and somewhat perplexed. Before me, on an otherwise perfectly suburban block in Van Nuys, California stood an old-western town square with a saloon. The rotting, weathered wooden structure …
With the help of my father, I am now in possession of two sacrament trays. The bread tray would make a really cool ashtray. If I smoked. The water tray would make a great mini-shots flight. Alas, I have to return them to their rightful …
I am mentally preparing myself for a difficult phone call that I will make on my lunch break. I’ll be phoning a local Mormon church to inquire about borrowing some Sacrament trays for my upcoming theater piece. I am so scared to make this phone …
Last night’s rehearsal was scheduled at 7:00 pm at a downtown theater, on Geary near Union Square. That area seems to be the closest thing SF has to a theater district. The American Conservatory’s home is a beautiful Victorian theater that dominates the block between …