Stop dogging your own potential. We spend so much time worrying if we're 'ready' or if the niche is 'oversaturated.' Listen: it’s not oversaturated with YOUR voice and YOUR experience. Get out of your feelings, get into the work, and then go make some banana pancakes.
The Transactional Identity.
What happens to a gift when it is traded instead of shared?
We are concluding this week’s journey through my play, The Island Bull’s Wife. Mary sought beauty to win a heart, but in doing so, she surrendered her voice—the very thing that held her power
The numbers might be down. The rooms might be smaller. But opportunity? It's wide open. This isn't the time to play it safe and write what you think "they" want. This is the time to create NEW FORMATS. To tell stories that couldn't exist five years ago. To build platforms
The Silence of the Discarded Gift.
In leadership, we are constantly told to "find our voice." But what happens to the person who decides to sell it?
Continuing this week’s exploration of my play, "The Island Bull's Wife".
#TheDaleyFragments#TheIslandBullWife
"Consider it pure joy whenever you face trials, because testing produces perseverance."
That's a hard one to swallow - that we meet suffering with joy. So let's sit with that. When we look beyond suffering, there is joy. The joy is when you move beyond it. You're not succumbing
Since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us."
The race of humanity is long. We have ancestors who came before - Harriet Tubman, Martin Luther King, Gandhi, my ancestors, so many who showed strength of spirit.
The future of television won't look like the past. And that's a good thing. 📺 Old formulas → OLD results NEW formats → NEW opportunities Try vertical series. Make your own thing. Create what's never been seen. Link: https://t.co/PYHypKsMrJ #WriteTheFuture#TVWriting
What is the "Cost of Entry" for your dreams?
Welcome to Week Seven of The Daley Fragments. We are stepping into the surreal, vibrant world of my play, The Island Bull’s Wife.
In this fable, Mary—a gifted storyteller and healer—decides that her natural self isn't "enough"
I was HERE.
January Rising. A poem for the month I became a Phoenix.
4 minutes. They'll sit or they won't.
But I'm documenting myself. My existence.
This is my proof.
Rest in Power to a true titan of the stage, Woodie King Jr. (1937–2026). 🕊️
As the founder of the New Federal Theatre, Woodie didn’t just produce plays; he built a home for voices that the world tried to silence. He was the "light" he spoke of🎭✨#WoodieKingJr#NewFederalTheatre
I was just watching her in The Studio, completely in awe of her genius. To think we’ve lost both her and the great Woodie King Jr. in the same week is almost too much for the arts community to bear. From the laughter of SCTV and Schitt's Creek to the warmth of Home Alone
#RIP
The Architecture of Survival.
We don't just carry our own memories. We carry the "near misses" of the people who came before us.
Continuing The Daley Fragments exploration of my play, Straddling the Edge.
#TheDaleyFragments#StraddlingTheEdge#IdentityArchitecture#Resilience
There is neither Jew nor Gentile, slave nor free, male nor female - you are all one in Christ Jesus." Galatians 3:28.
It's been here the whole time. So why do we keep forgetting?
God doesn't need your labels, your definitions, your hierarchies. God needs your love, your soul...
The numbers might be down. The rooms might be smaller. But opportunity? It's wide open. This isn't the time to play it safe and write what you think "they" want. This is the time to create NEW FORMATS. To tell stories that couldn't exist five years ago. To build platforms...
The Silence of the Leap.
Have you ever made a life-altering decision and told absolutely no one?
We are starting a new chapter of The Daley Fragments with my play, Straddling the Edge. It’s 3:30 AM in a New York City apartment. The world is snoring, but Sophia is wide awake.
Bitterness corrupts the spirit. But there's a difference between drawing boundaries and carrying bitterness. You don't have to forgive to let go of the weight. Forgiveness isn't saying "it's okay" - it's saying "I'm not carrying this anymore." This is daily practice.
#Forgiveness