Me in front of The Vortex Theatre in Albuquerque, NM, where my play, “The Art of Raising Anything”, has just had its World Premiere. Each show of the opening weekend had standing ovations. The entire cast just gets better and better and better. The show runs until the 18th of this month!
That’s me at the GLAAD Media Awards, the night my play was nominated in the category of “Outstanding Theatre”. Mom is on my left (my date), and Marlo Thomas and Phil Donahue, along with my best friend Carl, is on my right. One of the proudest moments of my life.
My father on the right, who died of lymphoma cancer on Sunday, August 14th.
He wanted so very much to go into the Air Force, but then he met my mother and, as he put it, “everything changed”.
We really do lose our parents. They really do leave us, eventually.
In the meantime, they are grand and thunderous mountains, with all the elegance of a dream.
My father on the right, who died of lymphoma cancer on Sunday, August 14th.
He wanted so very much to go into the Air Force, but then he met my mother and, as he put it, “everything changed”.
We really do lose our parents. They really do leave us, eventually.
In the meantime, they are grand and thunderous mountains, with all the elegance of a dream.
Why does a beautiful singer and artist and actor, who brought so many so much joy, have to die at 73, while an Orange-faced thug, traitor and criminal pig still walks the earth? I just don’t get it.
Me with the insanely talented Amy Stiller who I’ve been fortunate to work with. This was taken the night of her solo show “Just Trust” where she digs deep into her life as an actress, artist and navigator of being the spawn of two mega-famous actors (Jerry Stilller and Anne Meara). I’m so lucky to get to call someone this talented a pal.
