Author: Max Langert

…  somewhere else. Fellow LTYM alum Kristin VanderHey Shaw does me a great favor and honor by hosting my motherhood-related essay on her blog here. She’s a better editor than me, and knows how to set up a site, so I’m happy and grateful to her for making it look perty. Thanks for everything, Kristin!...

Man, that was one stressful game.  Down four in the bottom of the last inning.  Way to pull through, fellas!...

So my kid has his first baseball playoff game tonight, a day after the devastating tornado in Oklahoma. And the local weather site says this: It is important for you to know there is a threat of strong to severe thunderstorms for Central Texas this afternoon and evening. The entire area is under a SLIGHT RISK...

I first heard about the Listen to Your Mother (LTYM) project back in late February of this year when I spotted a call for submissions on a theater website I usually read for reviews and notes on upcoming productions. Always on the lookout for local events to participate in, I read over the requirements and production details and...

Two days after LTYM I had my first meeting with the director for a short play of mine that’ll be produced next month as part of ScriptWorks’ Out of Ink Show. I’m working with Ellie McBride again, and she’s great for me.  She’s insightful, blunt and friendly.  I always learn something about my writing–and...

Still digesting everything that went through my head last week, and hope to write more about it. But a couple of things I want to get down before I forget: 1) This KUT (NPR affiliate) story played on the radio while I was in my car Thursday morning.  A huge thrill! http://kutnews.org/post/listen-your-mother-austin-heartwarming-stories-central-texas-mothers 2) I...

So Thursday was a great night.  Great crowd, great people.  And it all went off without a hitch.  What a week!...

Well, tomorrow’s it.  The night we’ve been working toward for weeks. The LTYM show is happening at 7pm and it’s fully sold out (300+ attendees). I’m excited about it, but also know that I won’t be able to stop myself from sweating and trembling a bit as I’m sitting there waiting to tell my story. That’s...