A woman sits next to an old rotary phone, waiting for it to ring. After a while, she picks it up to check for a dial tone. She keeps waiting.
Yoga and Strength
I’ve recently gotten back into yoga. And it’s strange. Because I know intellectually that I’m not in as good of physical shape as I might like to be. I know that I’m objectively “fat.” But even when I’m doing a modification for a pose or several, even when I have to go into child’s pose instead […]
Play a Day: Ups and Downs
The stage is filled with staircases. Someone walks up and down, up and down, and down and down and down…. some of the stairs go below the stage itself, and some high above the proscenium. Someone walks in circles up and down, down and up, trying to find a place to rest.
Having Your Sh*t Together
I’ve been thinking a lot the past few days about maturity and responsibility. I often find people surprised by my age, thinking I am older than I am because I seem to reliably have my shit together. And no one keeps it together 100% of the time, but I really do try. And then I […]
Play a Day: Share the Load
A woman walks down a path, burdened by luggage. Someone else comes along carrying a much lighter load. They take half of the woman’s load despite her protests to the contrary, and both continue along the way at a much faster pace.
Play a Day: Perspective
A piece of art hangs on the wall. Visitors stand in front of it to look. They crane their heads to the side. They climb a ladder. They walk to the back of the theatre. They hang upside down. They close their eyes and run their hands across the canvas. They sit cross-legged on the […]
To Medicate or Not to Medicate?
That is the question. When I went for the follow-up for my head, the doctor basically offered to give me brain meds if I wanted them and my therapist agreed I needed them. I’ve been vacillating, and I feel like I’m doing a lot better than I was, so I haven’t brought it up with […]
Play a Day: Can Anybody Hear Me?
The stage is dark. From the void, a voice calls, “Hello?” “Hello?” No answer.
Summer’s End
This is a piece I wrote in August of 2013. “It’s my BIRTH-day!” was all I could think, lying there in the (thankfully) cotton open-front robe waiting for the male gynecologist to come in for my exam. As a queer woman, this was far from my preference. The female doctor I scheduled an appointment with […]
In Between
This is the transcript of a piece I originally performed in June of 2015 at Greetings from Queer Mountain, an open mic night in Austin. I have a Master’s degree in Performance Studies. That’s why I came to Texas. I work part-time at a local bookstore, and sometimes we run a vendor booth at local […]