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.
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.
If you don’t know what this means, read his play: “Fifth of July.” Or better yet, see it on stage. Fifth of July
Royalties for scripts- not performances. I won’t retire on them but I like that they represent that the scripts have a life, even if only performed in the reader’s mind.
If you are curious…
(*thanks to SH, JS, for video)
Two-Hander, my play about actors, egos, and competition, plays the Newmarket National Ten Minute Play Festival July 22-23rd.
- 1 pm and 8pm July 22nd.
- 4 pm July 23rd.
Here’s the complete schedule:
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.