Daisy Foote on Being a Playwright Like Her Father

NYTimes.com: ONE morning in 2006, well into the run of my play “Bhutan” at the Cherry Lane Theater, my father called and suggested we take in a matinee. He said he had woken up thinking of the play and just needed to see it. When the play was over, he turned to me and said: “Well, sister, it’s grown, don’t you think so? It’s just gotten better.” He was my biggest fan, believed in me completely — he was my dad.