It’s Giving Tuesday, y’all! Nice and snug between the absurd shopping days in which people are actually willing to die for toys, and the Holidays, in which we give cute things to loved ones that …
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What to Give
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here / gone
Reason #57 I love to write plays: they exist in a singular moment and cannot be fully recreated. Each person watching it shapes the tone with their own life experiences, the lives the actors have …
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you sometimes get what you think you want
This time last year, and perhaps well, most to all of the years, I was panicking and overworked and trying to do 900 things. But I kind of enjoy that feeling of absurd productivity and …
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YOU DID IT FIRST.
There are many things I don’t understand, but today I choose to harp on white nationalists, and how they are deeply concerned about the fact that, if things proceed as they are, by 2040, whites …
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what to take
Firstly, here is a picture of my mind baby dream come true, an oregon trail game come to life inside of a middle school classroom: Secondly, reviews of my plays. I read them. They charm …
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where no my brain has ever gone before
Hi, I has new job! I am honored and stoked beyond recognition to get to work on the first season of a Starz show based on the epic and epically beautiful novel American Gods by …
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CHRISTMAS TIMMMEEE IS NEARRRRR
Morrison says I have a Christmas demon living inside of me that emerges around the holidays and feeds off lights and joy and wrapping paper and fudge and fresh rolls of scotch tape and the …
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Truth
The latest This American Life, Birds and Bees, features a bit about the Sharing Place — a center in Salt Lake City where kids who have lost loved ones go to, well, process the trauma …
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HEARTSPLOSION.
Meet the Cast and Crew from a production of my play meets documentary meets live reality show, Nothing is the End of the World (except for the End of the World,) in which artificially intelligent teenage beings …
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we are small
Oh, man. Oh man, oh man, oh man. Before: After: We do not belong to ourselves, to our schedules or phones, to our jobs or lunch plans or plays. We belong to fault lines, to …