197 stories by "Holli Harms"
Art has the ability to bring us together and hold our similarities up to the mirror.
The story is a masterpiece, an incredibly complex narrative that builds slowly on itself.
In The Funny Thing About Death, Kim Kalish doesn't show the audience her stories, the moments that mean something to her; she paints them and then gives her hand to the audience to step insi…
Tim Crouch is a sublime performer, his work is mind-bending and at the same time intimate. Don't miss this marvelous performance.
By Holli Harms Music is one of the most important parts of our life. It can lift us, change us, make us better people, it brings us together. Music can transport us to other worlds, expand o…
The evening was an anthem to the season in this time of mistletoe, of good cheer and love, and yes ugly sweaters.
...on this day, all...will converge to celebrate and decorate and rage against the atrocities of life.
"Believe in yourself and all that you are" is the unspoken chant that underlies the wonderful, timely, and poignant play The Culture by Aussie writer and performer Laura Jackson.
It is 90 minutes of us, of the deep down don't show to the world us. It's not to be missed.
This is Broadway musical extraordinaire!
A production top to bottom of perfection.
Again and again, Wilson and Walters moved us to lift our hands to the air... in admiration and thanks.
This spider web of desires and wants, of truths and lies, of hidden meetings and courtships, of repression and liberty is a musical composition of words and movement requiring a certain sile…
EST continues to be a space for writers to take bold vivid risks believing that creating art for the stage is an ongoing process of discovery.
Director Alex Roe and Metropolitan Playhouse have finally staged The Sea Lady some 87 years after the first attempt on Broadway, and I am glad they have.
These are two of America's greatest thinkers in verbal opposition and you are present to witness it unfold.
...two of the most compelling playwrights of the twentieth century texting one another.
His voice reaches up and dances in the stratosphere, the notes held seamlessly as we happily settled into his hands as he guided the most perfect of evenings.
They filled our hearts and souls and left us dancing and singing all the way home; on the subway, the street, up the elevator, and into bed.
It is mesmerizing and transforming ...
I AM (and my friends can attest to it, even those on stage performing) a laugher. Easy to the laugh, that's me. Not once did I even crack a smile. Not... Once...
What IS reality anymore?
