Wine Rack, Nasal Spray, and the Pride Parade
Last week, my doctor informed me that nasal spray, from this point forward, will officially be recognized as one of my bodily fluids.
Omar Khadr, Wonderland, and Generosity
I’m not so much angry about the $10 million Khadr is getting as I am sad about all those fucking giant ducks we won’t be getting as a result.
Cannoli Pound Cake, Being the Change, and Kevin O’Leary
For years I called Rich Zeppieri my Pacino and he called me his De Niro because we pushed each other to be better.
Where is Freedom, Really?
Father Comes Home From the Wars was finally an opportunity to learn from, play opposite, and create with different generations of Canada’s black theatre artists.