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  • sick in the head

    If you asked, I’m sure he’d say I’m better offnowwithout himagain. I did nothing wrong, he assured,after the break-up text.Out of nowhere:Please leave me alone. Later: It’s mental illness.His words, not mine.I would have…

  • Memory, 1991-ish

    The first time I tasted Balsamic vinegar was at a dinner party at my first-year college advisor’s house in Madison, NJ. I would go on to take French classes with her after I declared…

  • See you on the Fringe!

    Be sure to add our Common Play Factory site and socials @ dramastruction.com to keep up on news about Maureen McGuigan’s play Remember You Must Die: A Comedy, premiering at the Scranton Fringe Festival…

  • Scranton is the other woman

    Sharing the Scranton, PA, references I stumble upon in pop culture and the arts has become a hobby of mine since we used to track such mentions at the (now defunct) electric city weekly…

  • This must be the anger stage

    Sometimes we need art to absorb toxic angst lest we poison ourselves with anger. -ag

  • CPF Work in Progress

  • What’s on my white board?

    Nothing much. Inspirations and notes. I like to keep it clean, between. Sister Corita Kent’s rules and Bertolt Brecht, Berlin 1931. Black Scranton Steamtown Magnet. Giving blood is the least I can do to…

  • nostalgia years old

    Simply saying I turned 51 last week does not convey the heft of these years I’ve accumulated. I am officially old enough to sit around and talk about the old days. It was kind…

  • His Name is Sprout

    Leroy Sprout. The first name was chosen by a third grader at Drums Elementry last week when we could remember the name I gave my turtle puppet last year. This morning one of last…