My New York Times Metro Diary
I've been collecting overheard conversations and little anecdotal run-ins with strangers for years. They're often sad, funny, touching, horrifying. I incorporate them into my plays and scripts, and also hoard them in Evernote for all the plays and scripts to come.
But one interaction last month was too good—too real—to turn into fiction, so I pitched it to the New York Times' Metropolitan Diary section. Lo and behold, it was just published there one month later.
The funny thing about this story (makes sense after you read it) is that it didn't make me sad; while my 22-year-old self would have shrunk under the criticism of some kook who was just ranting on the sidewalk on a beautiful spring day, now, though, I just laughed, in awe of the beautiful and strange serendipity of the city and how it collides us with one another in the most mysterious ways. Read "Everyone's a Critic on St. Felix Street."