by M. Smith Imagine yourself cleaning your home, whatever that may mean to you. Whether it be wiping down the counters, burning incense, or just putting away that one cup that has been sitting goodness knows where for goodness knows how long; it’s your cleaning ritual. You may feel at peace, it may be frustrating, it may be weighing heavy on your mind, but you know it’s clean. Then, you see a stain, a memory if you will, of your home, one that is full of a moment that neve

by Cassidy Scherz I have to admit, when I first agreed to review The Ritz Theatre’s production of Angels in America, I was slightly intimidated by this intense three-act, three-hour production. For those who have not had the privilege of reading Angels in America in their freshman year acting class, let me set the scene: Tony Kushner’s play opens in New York City in the year 1985, several months after President Ronald Reagan’s reelection. We are introduced to two couples - a

by Ash Kotter EUSEBIO: If you can’t get your hands dirty, if you can’t stand the smell or the pity or the pain in the other person’s face, if you’d rather be anywhere else, then you’re not ready to be married, my young friends. Call it off. Because it’s either this or it’s nothing. José Rivera’s Boleros for the Disenchanted is a deeply moving portrait of marriage painted with unvarnished honesty. Inspired by his mother’s captivating storytelling about her long marriage, Rive