The other day, while reading a newspaper article, I was reminded of one of those well-travelled clichés that offer conventional, slice-of-life wisdom, such as, "What goes around comes around," or "There's nothing new under the sun." Or, in my case, "You're all dead to me now." In 1996, I wrote a play called Leukemia in Chickens, which appeared, in 1998, at a tiny theater in Hollywood. While it was a union play, featuring an accomplished director and a very talented cast of card-carrying SAG and...
The other day, while reading a newspaper article, I was reminded of one of those well-travelled clichés that offer conventional, slice-of-life wisdom, such as, "What goes around comes around," or "There's nothing new under the sun." Or, in my case, "You're all dead to me now." In 1996, I wrote a play called Leukemia in Chickens, which appeared, in 1998, at a tiny theater in Hollywood. While it was a union play, featuring an accomplished director and a very talented cast of card-carrying SAG and...
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