Tulis McCall is a woman with a passion for performance and presentation. She brings her extensive knowledge of acting, writing, and producing to everything she does.
ALL IN THE TIMING
Award-winning wit, wag, and piquant observer of life’s mysterious ways, McCall sets her sites on the greatest mystery of all: the conveyor belt of life and our place in the line-up. Check it out
MONOLOGUES & MADNESS
Are you an actor or writer with a new monologue you want to try out? Look no further than Monologues and Madness, the first Monday of each month. Due to COVID, this is temporarily suspended.
The other day I signed up for a Lifetime Membership for a Meditation App. It seemed like a no-brainer, until I heard myself think, “Wait a minute – how long would I have to live to make this lifetime membership worthwhile?” A quick calculation told me I would have to live for three more years. That sounded doable. But what in the Sam Hill am I doing thinking thoughts like THAT?
Actors know that a world with no stories would go wobbling off into the Universe and burn to a crisp or freeze over until it was colder than the heart of a certain Supreme Court Justice.
In addition to being King’s birthday, this year January 15th marked the closing date for SEVEN Broadway shows. Four of those shows feature black casts: “Death of a Salesman,” “A Strange Loop,” “Topdog/Underdog,” and “Ohio State Murders.” A fifth, “The Piano Lesson,” will close in two weeks.
When you are deep into experiencing your own stupid – stupid is not funny. Like the 15 minutes I spent the other day looking for my keys. I could feel the spirits hanging around laughing as my anxiety started to spike. Seriously. They thought it was a laugh riot.
I like when the dark comes on and says, “Slow down. You just put in a full day and worked your butt off, so put up your feet and have a cocktail or three. Press the Pause Button for God’s sake. Light a candle and contemplate another day’s adventure. Hush.”
My Great Grandfather’s letter to a neighbor the day after my grandmother was born. 1896. “Last night about 10:45 P.M. or it may have been 10:46, I am not quite certain, being a little agitated at the time, a young lady, quite a stranger to all of us, – no one seemed ever to have seen her before – came to pay us a visit; which from the perfectly contented way she has taken to her novel surroundings, threatens to degenerate into a permanent residency…. “