I feel like this topic needs no introduction. In our American artistic spaces there has been an ongoing conversation about race and racial disparity, about gender and gender disparity, about minorities and minority disparity. We’ve been talking and reading alot about perspective, agency, representation, about being heard and being given a voice. Theatre festivals all […]Read More “Mr. Rochester definitely needed a better support system.” Talking writing and identity politics with Tiffany Monique
Are we still friends? We used to be friends. We used to tell secrets and eat dinner and smash things. You used to hold my heart in your hands. I cherished, I believed in, everything you said. Now I’m standing here on the subway, coasting home at slow to moderate speed, the strong smell of […]Read More are we still friends?
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
My kid keeps asking if one of his friends from school can come over. My first thought was that the tables had turned, and now parenthood wasn’t a question of incorporating my child into my social life, but he asking me to facilitate his. My second thought was that this was sweet, that my child […]Read More Making mommy friends