Want to see a magic show about race? Wait, what?
You’d be forgiven for the double-take. It’s a fairly common reaction when I tell folks about my work as a magician.
Sarah Kane’s Been Dead For 23 Years. I Still Don’t Know How to Thank Her.
My letters to you are a once-a-year digestif, an acknowledgment of gratitude, of lineage, of love.
It’s Not Me, It’s You — Unless It’s Me
If Canadian Theatre were to say, "it's not you, it's me," it would be true. But has that line ever actually made anyone feel better?