11/18/2025 – … amid the slow swirl of appointments, meds, and blood draws, I caught a glimpse of me in a reflection and noticed I had quietly exited the “normal ambulation” club somewhere along the way.
Continue readingSo… This is How I Walk Now?
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Love in the Time of Braille Machines and Hoodies
10/22/2025 – Just my face pokes out the hoodie when Suzanne walks in. A lesser person might roll her eyes and do a U-turn. She doesn’t. She smiles a smile that is deeply non-condescending and devoid of pity, and makes me feel like we’ll get through this thing together.
Continue readingThe Incredible Shrinking Man
… she offered to remeasure. But I declined. It was easier to pretend it was a clerical error than to face the hard truth: I was now officially closer to hobbit height.
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
Thirteen 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
Setting the Table for The Fork
The cast – an endearing bunch of adventurous souls – took to the material with gusto. There was laughter, a few raised eyebrows, and a surprising amount of passion in trying out accents. At one point, we all watched a brave actor tackle the vocal equivalent of a high-wire act: a French man pretending to be a New Yorker who happens to be a woman. Somewhere, Meryl Streep shuddered.
Continue readingThe Fork’s Journey, Chapter 5: How to Spend 30 Years Making a Musical About Utensils and Opera
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.”
Continue readingThe Fork’s Journey, Chapter 4: How to Accidentally Write a Full-Length Farce
I spent a couple of weeks attempting to outline the thing, but how does one outline mayhem? How does one carefully plan for chaos? Eventually, I gave up and returned to the method that had gotten us this far: just start writing and see what happens.
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