Skool Sux

What I think school sounds like these days for my son: No hitting. No punching. Don’t look at him. Face front. No talking. No silly faces. Sit down. Sit still. Eyes on me. Listen. Don’t touch him. No touching. No hitting. No touching. Stop that. Stop. Face front. Focus. Share. Be nice. Give it back. […]

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Dinner takes four hours.

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 […]

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What about school?

“I tell them: you’re gonna be grown up for a long time,” she said “And it’s not that great,” I chimed in. We laughed. We were standing on the corner after morning drop off. Her kid and mine are in the same class at school. I asked her what she thought of it, and we […]

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