Rachel Frick Cardelle

In reading the script of “boom,” one begins to get the sense this will not be so simple in the author’s note, when Nachtrieb says, “So, yeah: fish, sex, hiding from impending doom…What a totally awesome play that would be, I thought to myself…”

So, on our wedding day, in the throes of young love, I vowed to root for my husband’s sports teams. Unbeknownst to me, loving my husband’s teams would prove to be futile over the decades. Every spring he gives his heart to his beloved Baltimore Orioles and every fall he dusts off the bruised, battered…

For Yesterday is but a Dream, And Tomorrow is only a Vision; But Today well lived makes every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness, and every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope

Then you began to wax eloquent in Spanish about the word “cebolla,” the poetry in it, the joy of uttering the word. I don’t know what happened, but suddenly my mouth and my heart connected, and I could feel what you loved about the word, the way the word sounded and how it felt on…