Ellen Snortland

“Please, don’t suck, please, don’t suck, please let this play not suck!” I offer this silent prayer to Thalia, one of the nine muses and the goddess of theater, whenever

“Daddy, why do these people have cardboard all over their houses?” As a child, I remember my father driving us through the reservations in South Dakota as we traveled between

By Ellen Snortland, The Argonaut Columnist “D addy, why do these people have cardboard all over their houses?” As a child, I remember my

“I couldn’t stop reading.” Substitute any word for “reading,” such as drinking, eating or gambling, and you’re looking at an addiction. Yes, I admit I’m a book addict. I always

“I couldn’t stop reading.” Substitute any word for “reading,” such as drinking, eating or gambling, and you’re looking at an addiction. Yes, I admit I’m a

“Please, please, please let this play not suck!” You may remember I offer that prayer to Thalia, the Goddess of Plays, whenever I am about to see a play a

“Grandma, what big eyes you have!” said naïve Little Red Riding Hood. The wolf thought, “The better to see just how easily fooled you are!” Little Red Riding Hood then

As a theater and film major in college, I was constantly outraged by the gender-casting ratios. Whereas the drama department had to beg young men from sports or other departments

H mm… what'll it be this week? 1. pharmaceuticals for fictionalized maladies; 2. the new “Mom's Club” documentary on the radical right-wing's blatant infiltration of school boards, including those in Southern California; or 3. the building material and methodology for our home rebuild, RSG-3D? I can only pick one.

"You’re going to another play?” my husband Ken asked. “Yes. I’m theater-binging this weekend, starting with ‘Her Way’ on Saturday and ending with ‘Mexodus’ on Sunday.” I was looking forward