EXCERPT FROM AN ARTICLE IN BROADWAYWORLD.

Dad passed away on February 4, 2005. Every time I go to the Music Box Theatre to see his play I get the chance to visit with him again. I am surrounded by his words and feel as if he is talking just to me. If I listen hard enough, I hear his voice and believe that he and my mother know that I am there.  On the edge my seat. Savoring every moment of every performance I can. Each time I laugh anew and am moved by the relevance of the play and its truth. Each time I discover another layer of humanity in the characters.  Another interpretation of the text. Each time I try to find Daddy’s message to me, his little Black girl.  His grown Black daughter. And each time, I am inextricably drawn to the women of Purlie Victorious.
THE WOMEN OF PURLIE VICTORIOUSClosing Night