the first time

It was the first time I felt naked on stage. Really exposed, vulnerable, out of control, careening, falling even, into my self, out into the street, cars bearing down on me, stuck in the brights like that perennial deer. The play was about some kids and their families; messed up kids, messed up families. The […]

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Endings are messy

I wrote a play for Sticky about the Yanomami, or more specifically, inspired by this story I heard on Snap Judgement, about a kid who grew up in Jersey, but who’s mom was an Amazonian tribeswoman. His dad had been studying the Yanomami when he fell in love with the sister of the tribal chief. […]

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