Earl Pomerantz: Just Thinking...

The Place: Ye Olde England Specifically: London The Time: Late Sixteenth Century. A preoccupied-looking man with a ruffled collar enters a s...

Last weekend, we attended a milestonish birthday party for a good (and kind and generous) writer friend named Lisa, who, after an extended p...

First, you need to understand that in England – in the sixties, and I imagine still to a greater degree than here – actors became actors bec...

There’s this new pizza place in the neighborhood – Joe’s Pizza . Joe’s originated in New York. New York pizza’s better than L.A. pizza, bec...

On my last network writing job, now more than four years ago, I was consulting on a show whose staff was comprised of writers who were consi...

I don’t want to leave the Actors’ Workshop without remembering some of the students in my class. As far as I know, none of them flourished ...

When I lived there in the sixties, London was (and perhaps still is) the home of the most famous and respected drama schools in the world. T...