by Emily Herzlin –USA– A few years ago I became obsessed with the 19th century Irish playwright John Millington Synge. He was raised near Dublin, but was drawn to the wild Irish west where the people still spoke Irish. After…
by Emily Herzlin –USA– A few years ago I became obsessed with the 19th century Irish playwright John Millington Synge. He was raised near Dublin, but was drawn to the wild Irish west where the people still spoke Irish. After…
by Emily Rose Herzlin – USA – Katie’s eyes twinkle mischievously from across the classroom, sparkling from behind her red hair falling over her face. I wave at her, and her gaze never totally meets mine. She raises her hand…
by Emily Rose Herzlin – USA – I’ve never been able to remember my parents’ ages. I wrote my dad a birthday poem one year that began: Dear Dad, don’t be blue, Just because you’re 53 or maybe 52. He…
by Emily Rose Herzlin – USA – “I’m voting because I care about the future of this country. It’s my right as a U.S. citizen [to vote] and it’d be shameful not to; it’d be like a slight to the…
by Emily Rose Herzlin – USA – On July 1st, the top post on the ID Project’s Blog proclaimed: No More Plastic Bags Y’all! We are going Back to the Sack! Where’s your plastic bag stash? Everyone has one. It’s…
by Emily Rose Herzlin – USA – “Theatre is ephemeral,” proclaims Geoffrey Decas as he waxes philosophic and waters the plants on his terrace in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Cars whiz by on the Brooklyn Queens Expressway as the smell of marinated…