10/30/25 – Each morning, she’d wake with a sigh, not quite sure about the “why.” But lately, something shifted.
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Banana Man and the Sandbox Rule
The characters melted and warped like peeled bananas left in a parked car during a Phoenix summer.
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Dispatches from the Waiting Room of Act III
Continue readingAfter the Applause: A Little Love Letter
The show closed. And yes, that’s a little sad. Like finishing a good book or waving goodbye at the airport – one of those soft heartbreaks that’s really just gratitude with nowhere else to go. But let’s not forget: in a world overflowing with unfinished scripts, almost-musicals, and “maybe-next-summers,” The Fork actually opened. Curtain up. Lights on…. Continue reading
Here’s to Beginner’s Luck (the Sequel) and the Quiet Bravery of Starting Anyway
Here’s the wonderful secret: we’re finally allowed to be beginners again. No one expects us to be prodigies at this point. We can take up painting and make clouds that look like cauliflower and call it style.
Continue readingTriple Play of the Heart
“I have an idea,” says younger brother Ken – words that, in our years of working together, are usually followed by the sound of something catching fire or catching flight. If I’ve ever done something bold or strange or creatively ambitious, it’s a safe bet Ken was there with a hammer, a diagram, and a spreadsheet.
Continue readingThirteen G’s Ahead of My Time
Thinking back to the good ol’ days when seven world leaders seemed like plenty to kidnap If there’s something I’ve learned from The Fork’s two-decade journey from concept to stage, it’s that sometimes projects wait around for you to be ready. But sometimes they don’t. The trouble started with a movie trailer. Just a harmless,… Continue reading
New on the Fridge: Diana’s Metamorphosis
There is a brief, excruciating silence where everyone stares at me, and I begin to think this may not have been my finest moment. But then, the miracle: Diana…
Continue readingNo Time for Giving Up and Fading Out: Why Life’s Act III is the Time to be Fearless
It’s the 1980s. I’m combing through the course catalog (made of a thing called “paper”) looking for another writing course or two to fulfill my graduation requirements. There is one called something like Scriptwriting for Film and TV that caught my eye. My land-locked school wasn’t exactly famous for being a pipeline to Hollywood, but… Continue reading
Practice Your Artist, Post it on the Fridge
Life’s Act III comes with its fair share of creaky knees, misplaced reading glasses, and an occasional moment of walking into a room and completely forgetting why you’re there. But it also has a delightful perk—one I am about to let you in on. Grab a notepad so you can play along at home. See,… Continue reading