1989 on Stage

I attended two plays in a single week in a single building, both stories shaped by the year 1989.

Rose City

Portland has many nicknames, but one of them is official.

Breathing smoke for a week

Wildfires are raging across my state of Oregon, as I’m sure you’ve heard in the news. People have died, homes burned to the ground, and thousands of people evacuated. Friends of mine have been ordered to evacuate their homes, and more have just left to try to find clear air to breathe. California is getting […]

Would I have passed this test?

Words DO inflict harm more insidious than is ever evident on the outside.

Party

How can I be so lucky to have these great people in my life?

Performance & Production

This play took up all the parts of us that are dark, acknowledged them, and then made us feel good anyway.

Portland’s Lan Su garden

The longer you gaze out across the waters, or through the branches, the more you see.

Odd Ends and Mill Ends

Bits and pieces of our smaller adventures in early March.

RENT, a few years later

I wonder if art is supposed to make its audience find a truth?

Black Violin at the Schnitz

“For us the violin is the vehicle for a bigger message, which is not to be afraid to be different,” Kev Marcus.