Back in the 60s, before her creative spirit was broken by a non-fatal brain hemorrhage, my mother’s dried floral arrangements were the stuff of local legend. Nipponese constructions, as I remember them. Twisty, turny things, spare and dramatic, distinctly apart from the staid bouquets cranked out by her contemporaries at the Sumter Garden Club. Unlike […]
Once upon a time, I was the artistic director of a small touring theater company. For five years, I wrote, scored, acted, directed and built. The building part of the job involved hundreds of hours spent screwing and glueing together set pieces, some of them two stories tall, all of them designed to pass in […]
I’ve developed a mental image of my father cruising merrily through his McCarthy era adolescence, a cloud of testosterone, beer and cigarettes in his wake, laughing and lean. He was American Graffiti, Rat Pack and West Coast cool all rolled into one. How accurate this image is I’ll never know, but its verifiable backdrop is […]
