Broadway

Laura Linney is able to memorize and deliver words in a most astounding and authentic fashion as she so remarkably demonstrates in her one-woman carefully constructed and brilliantly delivered performance in My Name is Lucy Barton. If you love Laura Linney, you must GO see her in this play. This post, however, is not about that performance. Rather it has to do with a story around the show. This post is about – eeh gads – karma…

Jagged Little Pill tackles ugly beautifully. I saw this show for the second time on Sunday with a group of 50, many in the 14/15 year old range. When there are kids and their parents in the mix, I am hyper aware of the content that is that is being covered. And Jagged Little Pill covers a lot of dark, ugly and challenging content…

I had a yoga teacher who liked to kick off her classes with various anecdotes. One that stuck with me is her advice on how to make a new friend. Her words of wisdom? Share a secret. Well, I guess I have 1000 new friends…

There are two things I take completely for granted, but are completely necessary for me when I write: time and quiet. The performers on stage at freestyle love supreme are afforded neither of these luxuries, but wow can these word geniuses pump out the language…

From afar one would be hard-pressed to glean similarities between the dazzling musical about the life and tumultuous times of The Temptations in Ain’t Too Proud and the stark and dark play about the quietly tortured and lonely life of a middle-aged professor in The Sound Inside. But those similarities I mentioned? They are there…

In one of my closing missives to the theater group last spring, I included a photo of a column a friend (thanks Liz C.) sent me from an airplane. The article regaled the reader with an array of mental health benefits associated with regular cultural engagements (like the theater). These benefits include staving off depression and reducing the rate of cognitive decline…

I think it is fair to say that after living in NYC for almost 20 years, my “pinch me I get to live in NYC” stance is a permanent condition. But every so often there are days and even perhaps whole weeks that roll along and I am shaken to the core with how grateful I am to inhabit this town…

I had no particular desire to see Beetlejuice, now in previews on Broadway. Nor do I have any particular desire to say no when offered free tickets.  So when the offer came for Beetlejuice – I went and I am glad I did…