My roommate and I were cleaning the bathroom. “Wait,” said my roommate. “I have the perfect tool for this.” He left, and returned moments later holding my toothbrush. “Um,” I said calmly, “that’s my toothbrush.” “No, it’s not,” he replied. Like I wouldn’t know? “This is the toothbrush,” he continued, “that I went around and asked everyone about. No one claimed it.” […]
A merchant hurrying to market came upon a traveler picking up trash along the roadside. “Why are you picking up trash?” asked the merchant. “It’s not your job.” “Oh, my apologies,” replied the traveler, looking concerned. “Is it your job?” “No, of course not,” said the merchant. “Is it someone else’s job?” asked the traveler. […]
I was surprised and excited to stumble across this mention of my version of “The Bear and the Cub” in a textbook: Freedom of Speech: Reflections in Art and Popular Culture, by Patricia L. Dooley
This article ran in USA Today in 2015. I wrote the play in 2007. Accomack: ‘Bear and Cub’ still a hit after 350 years www.usatoday.com/story/news/local/virginia/2015/09/01/bare-cubbe-performed/71539410/ Carol Vaughn Accomack: ‘Bear and Cub’ still a hit after 350 years The North Street Playhouse performs “The Bare and the Cubbe” near the site of the original play, which […]
Look carefully. Can you spot the binder clips keeping chaos at bay? These track lighting fixtures would not stay where they were supposed to be focused. I tried lots of solutions before the binder clip ultimately saved the day.
I was interviewed about the Convergence Center (the building I manage at UMW) for a student project, and this is what I said:
I made this video one day when UMW was closed for spring break. It’s about the place where I work, which is a pretty cool place.
I painted this little goblin. He is small, but scrappy. He’s fighting Sindren, who I also painted, but I’m not as proud of him. Sorry buddy.
A brief story from 2008: I was sitting in Union Square, idly eating lunch with a group of about six other people, when a young man suddenly approached me. “Excuse me,” he said. “Are you Jewish?” “No,” I replied, truthfully. “Oh,” he said, disappointed but not disheartened; he had a plan for just such a […]
This is a story about the peculiar magnetic properties of a man knitting on the subway in New York City. I wrote this in 2007, shortly after it happened. After visiting my parents in Virginia over Christmas, I took a Greyhound back to New York. As soon as I got off the bus in the city, […]
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