For a long time I think plays were where I asked secret questions and explored secret longings that I thought I couldn’t fully express, especially to my family. I fractured, then, into family Bekah and writer Bekah. As I’ve gotten older, though, the two have rejoined into just, well, myself, because I mean who has the time to have two separate selves I mean how does Superman DO IT, EVEN. The fusion back into one self has been liberating / refreshing / wonderful. Last night I had both my Mom AND my Grandma at my play. No one burst into flames. I did not sweat through my clothes. They were in fact smart and thoughtful audience members, and afterwards, we drank wine and discussed history and temperament and genetics, and I felt solid in my one self, happy, grown, exposed.