When you write a play, you can’t check out. You have to go into the room and make it be what you want.Read More On the importance of being in the room.
The thing where your kid is just like you and you know first hand exactly what they are going through while not really knowing anything about them is a real thing. I always suspected that this might be the case. Back when I was a teenager my parents, the original ones, mom and dad, would […]Read More Super Sensitive Super Power
This is a speech from my new play hippopotamus. In hippopotamus four moms all have kids in the same pre-K. Their attempts to navigate a motherhood/work balance are complicated by being the stay-at-home mom in a two mom family, being married to the object of an adolescent passion, becoming a newly single mom in a […]Read More Cameron
I found myself at the park. The park is not where I wanted to be. I wanted to be in my apartment, at my desk, doing some writing on my new story. Not 20 minutes prior to this very moment, where I found myself standing in ankle deep snow feet protected only by a pair […]Read More The controversial bike ride
I wrote the play because I didn’t know who I was anymore. And as I realized I didn’t know who I was anymore, I started to realize that I never knew, never had a clue as to who I was. What I had were facts. What I had were feelings, ways of feeling, that I […]Read More Why I wrote I Am Not an Allegory
I’m working on this new play. It’s called hippopotamus. Here is a monologue from Glory, who is the stay-at-home mom in a two mom family. She’s an artist, but has put her work on hold for the time being. To set the scene, this is somewhere in Act 2 I think. I didn’t mean to […]Read More Dinner takes four hours.
Getting out the door is a hassle. If you’re a parent to a small child, and you find yourself, for any reason, having to leave the house, you know what I’m talking about. A friend once told me that her sister in law took her newborn daughter out of the house a sum total of […]Read More let us run like feral cats through the diminishing wilderness