
Never thought I could welcome or anticipate meeting a character more than Aunt Ester Tyler, the 285-year-old matriarch and soul-cleanser of 1839 Wiley Avenue whose touchstone presence filled so many of August Wilson’s plays. When I finally met her in 2003’s Gem of the Ocean, everything I had imagined and dreamed about Aunt Ester paled in comparison to the woman finally standing before me—old as slavery, new as breath. [Read more...]
























