“Is there a doctor in the house!?” It’s not exclusive to the theater, but the trite shout feels very at home here as it echoes around the now silent auditorium. And, of course, there is a doctor. She gets up and runs toward the stage, but it’s too late. The gas is already...
And Fiona was my contemplative Mother Superior and guide all her life, but especially in these past few years of her failing health. We seemed to need each other during those pre-dawn hours of sleeplessness. We sat together in the candlelit kitchen, gently rocking through those hours leading ...