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.
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*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
I take a breath. I think about the absurdity of musicalizing a story that already feels like an operatic fever dream. Then I say, “Let’s give it a go.”
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