When most folks hear 'Rochester, Minnesota,' their minds immediately jump to the world-renowned Mayo Clinic. But as a 58-year-old theater intern who's traded corporate boardrooms for backstages, I've...
Standing at the base of the towering Pintler Mountains with nothing but a weathered backpack and my trusty hiking boots, I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. Two years ago, I was presenting marke...
Standing on the deck of a wooden boat as it glided through the misty waterways of the Sundarbans, I couldn't help but marvel at how life's unexpected turns had brought me here. Two years ago, I was pr...
When I traded my marketing corner office for a theater intern's desk at 56, I never imagined I'd find myself wandering the diagonal streets of La Plata, Argentina two years later. Yet here I was—a man...
There's something wonderfully poetic about a port city that once welcomed Hanseatic traders now welcoming this 58-year-old theater intern with equally open arms. Klaipeda, Lithuania's third-largest ci...
There's something poetic about second acts—both in theater and in life. At 58, trading my corporate marketing desk in Charlotte for a theater intern's notepad in Bakersfield wasn't enough of a plot tw...