Here are some recent essays of mine.
One day we were sharing orange sherbet and a few weeks later I was staring at his coffin. I was so confused and angry that he’d abandoned me just before back-to-school haircut day.
Santa might show up in tassels and heels at this phenomenal Menorah Horah burlesque show – and that would be awkward for everyone.
It was all clean. I don’t know why she had to stage her own death just to prove a point.
On stage, the lines between what’s art and what’s inappropriate are hard to define. Especially in a profession where exposing our failures or our dirtiest secrets can lead to laughs, can lead to “success.” But the rules are pretty simple: Treat everyone kindly and keep your hands to yourself.