Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
It was something out of a Jack London novel. The world had suddenly turned white; and Russell now had no clue where he was going. He’d been snowshoeing right behind his girlfriend. They’d seen the cottage at the far end of the open field, just a few kilometers away. But now – he was alone … Read more
“Pizza!” said the voice on the intercom, giving Haudrey no pause to admit the person buzzing entry into her building. But when the door opened, she found a tall, dark featured man glowering at her, his twitching hands gloved and hanging at his side. “My goodness,” she said. “You’ve startled me.” “Have aye?” he replied. … Read more
On Saturday and Sunday (Dec 14 and 15) from 1 – 4 pm, I’m part of the 55-hour improvised ‘soap-a-thon’, benefiting Gilda’s House! Info here: http://www.thenationaltheatreoftheworld.com/Christmas_At_Choke_Poke_Toys.html