Nonfiction
Nonfiction
Lorca in New York
In the summer of 2015, I was working in Spain for a theater project with a Spaniard friend of mine.
I Was the Walrus
I grew up in a schism. My father came of age in a Jewish family from Massapequa, New York, and my mother a Baptist family from Dalton, Massachusetts.
When You Shoot Horses
On a family ranch, you have to earn your belonging.
We Belong Together
I picked the boy out because his picture looked friendly and his profile said that he only had two weeks left in the States.
“Other”
During my first semester of college, I played what I thought was a "fun icebreaker" — a game I called Guess My Race!
Process & Unprocess
I remember completing the initial draft of my first play, Nothing But The Truth, during the summer of 2013; I was convinced I’d created a masterpiece.
Bringing Him Back
I had finally begun to build a home of my own. Unsettled and confused after college, I moved to Monterey, a coastal town in California, where I was amongst friends and working as a preschool teacher.
Two Stories About Us
Several years ago, while writing a philosophy dissertation about moral saints and drinking ungodly quantities of coffee at night, I came across two real-life stories that ended up having a profound effect on me.
The First
I am gripping my chest as my colleague attempts to reassure me. “The paramedics will be here soon,” she says.
Of Superheroes and Real Life Villains
When I was in the first grade, I convinced my father to take me to see the original Batman movie. It was 1989.
