Let them be okay

On the way to swimming lessons, my daughter and I crawled past a crash scene. Moments later, traffic resumed like nothing had happened. But of course… it had.

“I hope they’ll be okay,” I said out loud. But what I meant was, Let someone be holding their hand right now.

I f*cking love Mustard

No apologies for my NSFW-titled review of Mustard, now playing at 25th St Theatre. If profanity makes you uncomfortable, this play wasn’t written for you. Or, perhaps it was! The script offers ideal immersion therapy, because there certainly is a lot of swearing. Then again, if said swearing is done by an imaginary friend, who’s to say it counts as real? Mustard, much like its condiment namesake, is complex.