Tag Archives: theater

A Perfect Calm Before the Storm

Posted on May 6, 2025 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir I stood in the dark one final time, and said, “Look, if you’re there, just cough or something.” As always, there was no answer. I was angry at God for not existing (although I wouldn’t admit it). … Continue reading →

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Having a Conscience Is So Inconvenient

Posted on March 25, 2025 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir I was still running my little school of the arts (and secretly living in a back room there) while attending Drama grad school. I wanted to direct. But because of my eleventh hour application, I’d been shoehorned in as … Continue reading →

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Putting My Search for Meaning On Hold

Posted on March 11, 2025 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir I’d been admitted, I discovered, to one of the top drama schools in the country. The “Welcome Theatre Majors! Party” at a wealthy alumna’s pad, revealed two other things: they could drink and they could think. If they’d been … Continue reading →

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I Have Promises to Keep

Posted on February 15, 2025 by mitchteemley

A Filmmaker’s Journal Twelve years ago, I met a man who altered my life forever. Mike, a producer and fledgling screenwriter, had spearheaded the formation of a production company called St. Michael Movies. And now they were casting their second … Continue reading →

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Tapping Into the Power of Story

Posted on February 1, 2025 by mitchteemley

How to Choose a Blog Name I admitted in my last post that, while I can construe my name to mean almost anything, it really is simply my name. Hence, the need for a subtitle. I’ve always been a storyteller. As … Continue reading →

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Three Tales of Life-Changing Love

Posted on January 29, 2025 by mitchteemley

Three Powerful Illustrations Pastors, teachers, and church drama groups: Each of these scenes (perfect for Valentine’s Day) focuses on the joys and challenges of finding–and keeping–a life-changing love. And all three are now available from my script publisher SkitGuys.com! Click on titles to … Continue reading →

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Trapped in a Box of My Own Design

Posted on January 21, 2025 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir I’d built the cabin—and now I had cabin fever. This wasn’t the life I wanted. All I did, it seemed, was administrate my tiny-but-important-sounding Newport Institute of the Arts. I was doing the one thing I said I’d never … Continue reading →

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The Mold From Which I Was Made

Posted on January 14, 2025 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir She was my template, my prototype. But I never knew it. Even as a preschooler, I was embarrassed by her. “Don’t forget to go wee-wee,” she’d say at bedtime. “Nooo, Grandma! It’s pee-pee!” As a teenager, I loudly dressed … Continue reading →

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Looking for a Bigger Love

Posted on December 10, 2024 by mitchteemley

My Real Memoir I’d found “the One,” and then lost her. Twice. By which I mean I’d fallen in love with my high school sweetheart, then told her I wasn’t sure I still loved her, then decided I still did, then been … Continue reading →

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How I Became a Bad Boy

Posted on November 12, 2024 by mitchteemley

©The Shakespearean Tavern Playhouse My Real Memoir I was young and unshackled. I’d launched a street theatre group, The Right Pithee Players, and in our freewheeling improv performances, I would flirt with the crowd, tousle hair, steal caresses. And so would my … Continue reading →

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