#Play Reading and Performance: July 22

In addition to my ten minute script “Two-Hander” being performed this weekend, I’ll be reading at 7:20 pm at the Old Town Hall in Newmarket, this Saturday, July 22nd.



It’s been a while since I’d seen a number “stop the show”, but the title song really did. What is it about a glamorous leading lady (Donna Murphy owns the role) and waiters with syncopated moves, decked out in red? I’d forgotten the thrill of “Put on your Sunday Clothes” too. 

Growing Bigger in Place

Our parents built our cottage in 1962- an alternative to building a bomb shelter, a real choice during the Cold War. Our mother predicted my brother and I would sell it after her passing. She didn’t think we were interested, we took it so much for granted all our lives.

We kept the cottage, and the land it is on. Just this week, we were busy replacing a dock our parents installed in the past.

Easy to see what we took for granted. The trees that have stood stalwart, never moving, only growing bigger in place.

The trees are still there. We’re grateful for them now. They represent a piece of the earth we get to borrow while we are here, all because our parents had the foresight to buy the land the trees and the cottage are on, fifty-five years ago.

The Underground Railroad

From Colson Whitehead’s Pulitzer prize-winning #novel.


What did you get for that, for knowing the day you were born into the white man’s world? It didn’t seem like the thing to remember. More like to forget.

Cora… fell asleep.. sometimes so quickly she was like a candle being blown out.

“That evil soaks into the soil. Some say it steeps and gets stronger.”

The man moved with exquisite calm, like a leaf drifting on the surface of a pond, making its own way on gentle currents.

Sometimes a useful delusion is better than a useless truth.