The first time I saw a play, I was seven years old. My nana took me to see my older cousin, Zoe, in her middle school production of “Arsenic and Old Lace,” a play about two elderly women who poison single, lonely, elderly men in mercy killings. Admittedly, this was a bit of a morbid start to my love of theater, but then again, I doubt it’s possible for anyone to find a play with no morbidity at all.…

As we cross the midway point of the semester, we at The Sturges Script just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who’s made the launch of this blog possible. Whether you’ve answered one of Anna’s thousand emails, provided Kirsten with a “What We’re Reading” or “Scholars of Sturges” quote, assisted Carrie in the OWU archives, edited your post per Dr.…

During Mid-Semester Break in October, I traveled to the Bahamas on a cruise with my parents. It was my first time out of the country, and I was taking “Caribbean Women Writers” with Dr. Comorau at the time. I was ready to get some exposure to the region—even though, geographically, the Bahamas are in the Atlantic Ocean, not the Caribbean Sea.…

I consider myself a connoisseur of gummies. They have always been my favorite, and I have always been opinionated. One could say that gummy candies have been a consistent presence in my life.

Two summers ago, I was at a bus stop eating candy from a bag. The bus was late by two hours and I found that nervously chugging gummies while reading Dostoyevsky or Hemingway helped me pretend to be calm.…

“If you get the ring to land on the jar in the middle, you get to keep the fifty dollar bill taped to it, see?” Andy hands me a small, red plastic ring. I toss it. It misses. // “It’s called entrapment,” Bud explains, “People can’t help but try it once they see that money.”…

I’ve been thinking a lot about Woody Allen recently—mainly Annie Hall and the relationship artists have with their work. I love Annie Hall. I love the characters; I love the colors; I love Annie. The way Woody Allen builds a sepia-toned world around Annie and Alvy’s intimate understanding of one another is truly masterful.…

Someone that I respect here at OWU told me I was prepared for the real world. I’m not sure I believe them, but through my experience abroad, I’ve learned that I can do it, whatever “it” turns out to be.

I treasure a small notebook with anecdotes written by study abroad friends.…

On the first day of class this semester, my professor asks everyone to stand up and introduce themselves: name, hometown, and year in school. I give an awkward response: “My name is Keegan Lammers, I’m from… here, and I’m a senior… in high school.” Heads turn, eyebrows raise, my professor chuckles, but that’s the end of it.…