Plays & Performances

There’s a photo that the British artist Richard Billingham took of his mother, Ray’s A Laugh. She sitting on a dingy couch, smoking a cigarette, drinking a drink, and patiently, quietly, fitting together an enormous jigsaw puzzle. Inspired by this photo and my own love of puzzles, I developed this play to explore the way we use the metaphor of a jigsaw to piece together parts of our lives that are sometimes difficult to understand.

How many kinds of class are there—social class, school classes, the kind of class people relate to taste, dress, and behavior…

What is a Great American Novel anyway? And who gets to write them?

Sometimes the concern over the meaning or use of a word reveals more about those arguing than the thought that contained the word ever could.

When it’s too hard to find the right words, there’s always other people’s words.

I’ve always been a fan of people watching. Who isn’t? To sit quietly in a park or at a cafe table and watch the world go by, guessing at the lives of those that pass you by. But what about those assumptions we make? What about when someone else’s passing judgments of you have a direct impact on your life?