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Aligning with Enchantment

The man and the bear are drinking Amstel Light, which to me meant, I’m-still-light. I drank in the fact that I was still light. I gave it to the man to share with the bear. Continue reading

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Connections Never Die

Dedicated to the one who once drew me, and I drew back, in my drawings… Continue reading

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The Sneezy-Wheezy Gift

It’s all about releasing. Call it a cough or a cold but do call it humbling. When you’re humble you’re vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be open, maybe in ways that don’t feel good. But if you’re a writer you have to be open, and keep opening more and more to get to the core. Continue reading

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On Seeking

The search began when I sat at this desk one morning in 1976… Continue reading

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Drawing Cured A Stomach Ache

Did you know that drawing can cure stomach aches? Me either! But apparently it does. At first I thought I might have had a case of the New Year Blahs. Except that would have been out of character for me. The other idea that came was too awful – a sudden onset of gluten intolerance. I would hate that. Continue reading

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The Truth About Acting

What I learned as an actor should be shouted from the rooftops by every single one of us who has ever trod the boards – that along with the heartbreak that so often comes with a life in the theater, comes the knowledge that we all have in us the possibility of every human thought that has ever been considered. We don’t have to act on it, but we can act it. Play it. Because we know how to play. We know how to imagine “what if.” Continue reading

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The Cabin in the Clearing

Whenever I looked out the window I saw two scenes, the one from the present, and this other one, so obviously from the past. From Brooklyn as it once was. Continue reading

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