TO Ensemble or NOT to Ensemble

June 1, 2021
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“There are no small parts, only small… Shakespeares?” I’m sure I got that quote wrong but with auditions for Hickory Theatre’s production of “Something Rotten! this week, let’s talk ENSEMBLE. Before you circle “No” at “Would you accept any role?”—consider what …

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For Kyle

March 16, 2021
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Ryan Hartman & Kyle Hartman

My youngest brother drank himself to death in March 2019 after a ten-year battle with addiction and depression. He was 33. He served four years in the Navy and my late father, along with the rest of us, were very proud …

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A Letter to My Son on His 18th Birthday

January 30, 2020
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Jeff & Timmy

I’ll try not to make this too long or too sappy. I could easily do so. I know you’re in a hurry to be an adult and I’m in a hurry for you not to be. But, 18 is special. …

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Why Home is Where the Art is

November 1, 2019
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Home is where the art is.

One of my goals, when we founded Hickory Arts, was to raise awareness and help folks in the arts community discover and find value in who and what’s in their own backyard. Home truly is where the art is. I’ve …

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Reflecting on Bright Star

September 22, 2019
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Bright Star

As our “Bright Star” fades, David and I watch the sun rise on “The Mystery of Irma Vep.” #brightstar #irmavep — Jeff Hartman, September 22, 2019 Maggie Smith once said, “I like the ephemeral thing about theatre, every performance is like a ghost …

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Bullyfull

November 16, 2017
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Maulik Pancholy

I just returned from an extraordinary “networking” trip with a friend and colleague. I’m grateful beyond words. One of the main reasons for “Trippin’ with Molly” was an anti-bullying event called the Upstander Legacy Celebration for the Tyler Clementi Foundation. …

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Being Brad

June 19, 2017
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Great Grandpa Bloss and Jeff

Mom’s painting is everything Dad wanted to be and everything Dad wanted for me, crafted by the person we cherished most. I can’t remember a time it wasn’t known to me that Dad’s grandparents were the rocks in his life. …

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