My play "I Love You, I'm Sorry" successfully performed at Texas A&M Corpus Christi this past Friday. Very happy this play has been officially produces. Congratulations to the Director, Cast, and Crew. Thank you for taking the story and bringing it to life.
If you've gotten your copy of my new adaptation of R.U.R. (Rossum's Universal Robots) like JaLeah Currin and Sylvia Currin I'd love to see pictures of you and you copies!!!
Excited that my copies of my adaptation of R.U.R. (Rossum's Universal Robots) and aby and all of those involved in the show can get your own copy with your name in the script at: /r-u-r/
Trying to get as many copies out there into people's hands as possible. Thanks everyone. Support your local artists!
So I’ve officially entered a world I never quite understood… Pokémon cards.
Thanks to my good friend JaLeah Currin and her wonderful family, I received my very first pack—and I’ll be honest, opening it felt like stepping into a cultural moment I somehow missed growing up.
Now I’m sitting here trying to figure it out. Is it the thrill of the unknown when you crack open a pack? The strategy behind building decks? The nostalgia? The hunt for that one rare card that everyone seems to be chasing?
There’s something kind of fascinating about it. People of all ages getting excited over these little pieces of cardboard—trading them, protecting them like treasure, telling stories about the ones they’ve pulled. It feels like part game, part community, part time capsule.
I may not fully understand the craze yet… but I’m intrigued.
Alright, Pokémon world—what am I missing? What makes it *click* for you?
Excited to announce that my play, "I Love You, I'm Sorry" has an official performance date. It will be performed at Texas A&M Corpus Christi on May 8th at 6:00 PM as one of five plays being produced. If I have any friends close to or in the direct area, please I would love for you to see it. These folks are working hard to bring it to the public. Thanks everyone.
There are stories in this country we celebrate loudly… and others we quietly avoid.
We say we honor our veterans—and many of us truly do—but too often that honor stops at words. Beyond the parades and handshakes are lives marked by sacrifice that doesn’t end when the uniform comes off. There are battles that follow them home. There are silences that grow in the spaces where support should be.
My father was a veteran. So were many of the men who came before me. Their strength, their service, and yes—their struggles—are part of who I am. And I’ve seen firsthand that not every story gets told. Not every wound is visible. Not every voice is heard.
That’s why I wrote *Echoes of Valor* and *Empty Spaces*.
These plays come from a place of respect, but also from a need to confront what we don’t always want to face. They are about the cost of service, the weight carried long after the war is over, and the quiet realities that too many veterans live with every day.
I didn’t write them because the stories are easy. I wrote them because they’re necessary.
My hope is that one day these plays find their way onto a stage—not just to be seen, but to be felt. To start conversations. To remind us that honoring our veterans means more than remembering them—it means truly seeing them.
Some stories are hard to hear.
But those are often the ones we need the most.
