It was your special, sacred thing, an inside joke, a secret, your baby, the inner folds of your soul, and now it’s for everyone. Everyone has snacks to eat and must eat them one at a …
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The Playbills
There they just are, in a stack by the door, just hanging out, waiting to be held and flipped through and spilled on, collected. When I was in high school I kept all of mine, …
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how to get into hollyweird
I get asked a lot how I got to where I am in my career, ie, Bekah, how does one get into Hollyweird, because it feels like all doors are not just shut, but guarded …
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Mother’s Day
I saw a tweet, Meme? Post? The other day that made me Lol. ‘Traumatic experience taking too long to turn into art.’ Personally I try to be VERY efficient about transforming mine. I turned our …
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A Year
2022! A year of making, I made 2 musicals and .75 of a person. Both musicals, which I love like children, were what one might call critically acclaimed, and when does that happen?! If never …
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oops, I did it again
I’ve just returned from workshopping a new playyyyyyyy! Remember new plays? It has been a minute for me. Playmakers rep (the company at UNC chapel hill where I did my undergrad) commissioned me to write …
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I Care
I have never even pretended like I’m the kind of person who does not care about or read reviews of their work. Years ago I had a residency at the O’Neill theater conference, where a …
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in what world
To the lady behind me in previews the other night who full volume asked in the middle of a scene, IN WHAT WORLD ARE YOU BLACK WHEN YOU’RE YOUNG AND WHITE WHEN YOU’RE OLD? And …
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hell is other people at a matinee
Dropping their phones, crawling on the floor searching for them, letting them ring, shuffling for their candies and programs and gums, treating it all like Netflix, leaving to pee in the middle of a quiet …
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this is for you
Dear Girl who sat across the aisle from me at the Notebook preview last night, who spent act one sobbing, then laughing, then sobbing, chugging red wine, shouting YES at moments you knew, whispering secrets …