I’ve been working in the Washington theatre community for two decades now, which means I’m just a few years shy of actually seeing Helen Hayes at the Helen Hayes Awards. I wish I’d been there back in 1992, when she made her last appearance, at the age of 91. More than that, I wished I’d seen her at work, creating a role, moving an audience as only she could.
I love Thanksgiving. For forever it has been my very favorite holiday; the anticipation of waking up on that Thursday morning when we didn't have to go to school, sitting on my parents’ bed and reveling in The Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade — while the smells of Thanksgiving dinner preparations were already underway. My brother was
In a last gasp of summer freedom, I traveled to New York this past weekend to fill a long-recognized gap in my theatregoing experience by seeing Porgy & Bess. Like much of the rest of my summer, the trip had a theatrical element. What surprised me was that the following lyrics from the show’s standard Summertime (first performed in 1935) managed to describe perfectly my summer of 2012: