Woot! Mommune is LA Weekly’s Pick of the Week this week.
And we also got this great review in the LA Stage Times.
This weekend is sold out, next weekend is sold out-ish, so buy tickets soon.
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You guys, you guys, Chalk Rep, which has been brilliantly and patiently developing my play Mommune for the last year and a half is now producing it at the Pint Size Learning Center. The good news is that no one has anything new to say about women and parenting and the world, or anything, so it’s totally not relevant. I wrote a first-person account for LA Stage Times about the play and why I wrote it and collaborating with Larissa Kokernot and Amy Ellenberger and why I can’t stop watching Toddlers and Tiaras and my I hate mommy blogs.
People of Chicago, my complex feelings about marriage and I are coming your way. The fantastic LiveWire Theatre, who I worked with last summer on VisionFest, is presenting a reading of my play Partners, on Monday January 28th at the Black Duck. Come and hear all about gay marriage and “regular” marriage and money and sex. In related news, I am packing for a trip to Chicago in January and have realized that all of my shirts have 3/4 length sleeves.
Most of my time is dedicated to talking about TV or reading about TV and if you’ve been in a conversation recently with me I may have mentioned TV so it’s not a surprise that I take television seriously. And, with some baby steps, television is starting to return the favor. I’m in the Warner Brothers Writers’ Workshop this year, and I will be busting my medium-sized behind to learn everything I can from people who know way more than me. I may or may not think of Yakko, Wakko, and Dot every time I see the Warner Bros. water tower.
After readings and workshops and auditions and rehearsals, Status Update is open at Center Rep! Many thanks to Becca Wolff and the whole Center Rep crew for bringing this crazy tale of singing cats and adultery to life. Here’s the review from the San Jose Mercury News: “hilariously explores madness of Internet obsession” indeed.
So pumped and still fairly stunned that I can announce this: http://www.yalerep.org/center/
I am honored and excited to be a commissioned artist at Yale Rep and straight-up crazy humbled by the company I’m in.
Time to get to work.
When I was a teenager you were more popular than me, but I had a rich interior life.
So I wrote about it on Parabasis.
Thanks to the very nice people at Page 73 I got to spend a week in July back in New Haven working on my play PARTNERS with David F. Chapman, Michael Walkup, and our lovely Yale School of Drama cast. The strangest part was that I would completely relax into rehearsing in my old classroom space, accustom myself to the horrible drone of the Crown Down air conditioner, only to remember on our 10-minute breaks that I do not, in fact, live in New Haven or attend grad school anymore. Also, there was pizza. Like, a year’s worth of mashed potato pizza, as served by our local brewpub, which means you get to consume carb-on-carb-on-carb. How I like it. The venerable gay bar across the street from our housing is called Partners and features a large mural of Anne Frank. We all chose to take it as a good sign.
Sometimes in the midst of an ordinary day writing plays, you get a phone call. And at the best of times, it’s an unexpected phone call with good news. And, very occasionally, it’s a couple of fairy godmothers calling up to say that they like your plays and would you like to spend the weekend at a playwriting retreat where they house and feed and work with you on a play that you’re developing in the gorgeous desert?
Thank you so much, Kelly Miller and Kimberly Colburn and Skyler Gray, and fellow playwright Lila Rose Kaplan for our time in Joshua Tree. I worked on my play PARTNERS. I read a lot of “The Company She Keeps” by Mary McCarthy. I ate maybe all of the dark chocolate peanut butter cups. And I had so much fun.
And, basically, I think it’s just about the greatest (and most feminist) thing since sliced cake.*
Here’s an essay I wrote about it for Isaac Butler’s lovely theater-and-other-stuff blog Parabasis:
If you have ever been or known or hung around a mother and/or a daughter, I would suggest seeing this movie asap, even though the songs are lame and there’s no dancing crab. It rocks.
* Sliced cake, for those of you who don’t know, is incredibly feminist. Which is why I’m eating it now.