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Nov.07.2012
Playwright David K. O'Hara It all began in Oxford, last year, with director James Savin planning to direct Sartre’s play Huis Clos.  Playwright David K. O’Hara read it and something did not sit well with him.  In Huis Clos, we are in hell – represented by a Regency-styled...
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Nov.06.2012
Can I be honest?     Why are you suddenly looking worried? There, you see, just because I said, "Can I be honest?" you automatically assume I'm about to say something negative; or at least something you think I think you won't like.   Don't you find that fascinating? If you notice...
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Nov.04.2012
Sun-kissed, sunbathe, suntan, a sunny disposition. Good morning, Sunshine.   And what of the Moon? In his magical book, Portrait of the Gulf Stream, Erik Orsenna tells us that the Moon is getting further away from the Earth.  No wonder.  There is only so much...
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Oct.30.2012
  I meet two female friends for an after work drink at the Windsor Castle Pub.  I give one (Lady A) the socially compulsory kiss on the cheek.  I turn to the other (Lady B) but she takes a step back.  "I have a cold," she says. Lady A promptly sidesteps away from her.  Lady...
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Oct.28.2012
No – not the polyester black capes, rubber bats and plastic axes.  Not the fake fangs and stage blood.  Not the tack.  It has little to do with the original spirit of Hallowe’en. And, please, let us spell it correctly.  Hallowe’en.  With the apostrophe, since it derives...
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Oct.21.2012
I am a scribbler.  I love writing but, I confess, I seldom read articles or blogs about writing.  Barring the usual exceptions, of course, I confess I find reading about writing tedious. I would far rather read a story than a piece on how to write a story.  Just like I love food but...
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Oct.14.2012
“S and I got engaged!” I announced to my family, just before my second year at university, showing off my emerald and diamond ring. My grandmother did not miss a bit.  “Congratulations, my sunbeam! Does he speak any languages?” “No.” “Oh, dear,” she said, her smile waning.  “His family...
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Oct.10.2012
Cobnuts - Yum! Yum! "Tree rats", "rats with bushy tails", "pests', "vermin". First of all, what is wrong with rats? I can feel my question send ripples of disgust among you.  "Eek!", "Yuck!" I hear you exclaim, your lips twisted in revulsion.  Rats are dirty – you say – the...
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Oct.07.2012
  A little something I remembered, the other day.    My French School in Rome used to dedicate 10% of the academic year to guided extra-curricular activities.  That year – the year I was sixteen – among our options was a three-day trip to Venice, Florence or Verona.  I...
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Oct.02.2012
  Some thoughts on the painting Tobias and the Angel (circa 1470-80) by the Workshop of Verrocchio.  Egg tempera on poplar.  National Gallery, London. Trust me, if you will.  I am loving, I am infinite, I am immortal.  I do not judge.  I am beyond all fears....