When the Soul Lies Down in the Grass
When I was about 15 years old, I concluded one of our long-winded mandatory birthday calls with an effervescent “I love you Grandma”. Her rushed response: “Okay, bye-bye now”.
Commingling: Exploring the Dream Deferred
Langston Hughes once wrote “What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore — And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over — like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does »
The Sincere, Artificial Apology
After Wednesday night’s performance of “The Consultant,” a new play written by Heidi Schreck, at the Long Wharf Theater, I rethought the motivation behind my countless “I’m sorry”s. Deep underneath every fallen ice cream cone or crestfallen friend, I have felt a small piece of blame. Put more eloquently a by the young consultant, Amelia (Clare Barron), “We are all responsible in some way for everyone else’s suffering.”