Dispatches from the Waiting Room of Act III
Continue reading50 Shades of Khaki
After 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 readingOn Laugh Grenades and Other Small Explosions of Joy
If you’ve been reading Breaking Hip for a while, you may remember my vow to only write things that mean something to me. Which raises a fair question: Does this man really care about oversized meatballs and gleaming golden forks? Yes. The answer is yes.
Continue readingIt Was the Worst of Times, It Was the Best of Times*
*Famous first sentence first drafts That title above is not just the opening line of a famous book — it’s also a pretty spot-on description of how it sometimes feels to launch a brand new play into the world. Opening weekend of The Fork had both ends of that Dickensian spectrum. I missed opening night — and… Continue reading
Triple 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 readingWhat Dreams May Come – What If the Point Wasn’t to Share, But to Listen?
On dreams that don’t come true, stories that don’t sell, and the quiet possibility that they still matter more than we know. I was driving home from yet another doctor’s visit, the kind where you walk in with a little pocket of hope and walk out with it completely flattened, like a penny on a… Continue reading
The Truth Comes in Odd Packages
And that’s when I saw him—a young man from our congregation, who looked at me and greeted me brightly, “Your face is very pale.”
Continue readingThe Long, Slow Walk Through Heavy Air
Up on the fourth floor, my wife had just shared with me the bad news she received from her doctor, whose somber tone said more than his words. More tests, more scans, more waiting rooms. But even early on, it was clear: this was serious. Surgery would be needed. Soon.
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