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New Play Exchange

Playwrights and the New Play Exchange

People say that if you really want to experience the seedy underbelly of humanity, to uncover our darkest impulses and encounter people at their absolute ugliest, you really need look no further than the comments section on pretty much any article you find anywhere on the internet. But I am here to tell you all today that there is actually one circle of Hell even deeper than that one: tech support. Now, I knew you we
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The Butcher

What Do You See When You See a Play?

After the first preview performance of THE BUTCHER, when the talkback was over and the audience had largely dispersed, a woman approached me. She was trembling a bit, but she waited patiently for a chance to speak with me alone. She wouldn’t take her eyes off me—her intensity was more than a bit intimidating—and as I perched on the edge of the stage, chatting with the last few well-wishers, I worried about what
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Storming the Court

Two days ago, the University of Maryland’s men’s basketball team — for which I’ve been rooting my entire life — upset Wisconsin in an important home game. Immediately after the victory, fans stormed the court to celebrate. As those things go, it was a peaceful expression of joy: no one got hurt, nothing was damaged, and that was that. But the subject became a matter of some debate the ne
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Gwydion in the Russian Lounge

Unpolished

As I’ve started to get deeper and deeper into the development of my new solo performance piece for The Welders, I’ve felt this urge to invite people into the fretful, revelatory process of being a writer: to show, for the record, a bit of what it actually looks like to live and tell stories, at least from my perspective, in the 21st century. So for the time being, while I’m working on that still-unt
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Eggs

Angry Birds and Airplane Daydreams

My four year-old son loves to play Angry Birds. Actually, to be perfectly clear, what he loves is to watch me play Angry Birds for him, given that he can’t quite manipulate the little slingshot well enough on his own yet. We cuddle up together on our favorite red love seat, my iPad held carefully between us, and I fling birds while he cheers me on. He knows which birds have which special powers, of course, and
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