A few nights ago, after a séance at the Stanley Hotel, I found myself alone in one of those quiet stretches of hallway that seem to belong more to memory than architecture. The guests had gone...

A Weekly Reflection The last guests had drifted out into the hallway, carrying their coats and conversations with them, and the old room had finally settled into silence. I remained behind for a...

Respecting the Craft that Built You A few years ago, after a séance at the Stanley Hotel, I found myself lingering in the empty room long after the guests had gone. The chairs were still arranged in a...

When More Stops Being Better A few nights ago, after a séance at the Stanley Hotel, I found myself lingering in one of the hallways long after the guests had gone. The building changes character when...

What I Would Refuse to Sacrifice After the last group had gone, I found one of the small tables in the room slightly turned from where it belonged, as if the evening itself had bumped against it on...

The Difference Between Growth and Preservation A few years ago, after a performance at the Stanley Hotel, I found myself alone in one of the hallways long after the audience had gone home. The...

A few months ago, after one of my performances at the Stanley Hotel, a couple lingered while the room slowly emptied. The candles had been extinguished. Chairs were being reset. The strange little...

A few months ago, late night at the Stanley Hotel, I found myself standing alone in a storage room long after the audience had gone home. The building had settled into that peculiar silence old hotels...

Avoiding Unnecessary Pivots The thought arrived quietly this week while I was sitting at the table in my office, tea cooling beside me, mountains standing beyond the windows in their usual patient...