Pals, I have a show opening tonight and I’m super thrilled about it.
And yes, I agree that there has been a lot of self-promotion around these parts lately…but I hope you’ll forgive the need for a little personal acknowledgement that requires neither a She Wore THAT?! list nor a selfie featuring a Popeye arm and at least one angled nostril. Yes? We’re cool for the moment?
I thank you.
SO. Before I get into the specifics of this play and why you really, really need to see it, lemme take a sec and explain why I really, really needed to write it.
There are days when I’m rather good at my job(s). And slightly more when I feel like an abject failure on all fronts. Sometimes I’m able to clean toilets, procure new school shoes that pass the fit/color/necessity test, and convince my kids to finish their eggplant. Other times I’m able to blog and compile and fact-check articles concerning any number of momtacular issues. Occasionally these days and times align perfectly. Occasionally not even one of them happens for roughly a week. I don’t resent any of these tasks- not even the toilets. The truth is, I chose every single thing I’m doing with my life. (Except for maybe the toilets.) And all hyperbole and saccharine tropes aside, parenting these three kids is- without a doubt- the best thing I’ll ever do with my life.
But still.
Every now and again (at least once or twice a year), I like to write something for no reason. Stuff that couldn’t be any farther from babies and naps and potty-training. I love to write things so weird and whimsical that it surprises people- or, better yet, causes good, pre-baby-lifestyle friends to tell me they could’ve picked out my play’s dialogue in a festival while blindfolded. And I’m euphoric when I get to talk theatre and literature with a new acquaintance and casually mention that I have three kids- like it’s NOT the first thing people see when I enter a room, like I’m NOT a preschooler alpaca, and like I’m NOT expected to have the accouterments for any kid scenario that could possibly unfold in any alternate universe directly on my person at all times.
It renews me. It reminds my brain (and handbag collection) that, while I couldn’t imagine any day job making my heart happier, having three very little kids doesn’t have to be the equivalent of a face tattoo.
So friends, I have a show opening tonight.
My new one-act play Superheroines goes up as part of this year’s Snapshots festival with the always-wonderful 20% Theatre Chicago. 10 female playwrights. 10 female directors. An evening of 10 minute plays to celebrate women in theatre. Come ON, how fantastic is that?! And without giving anything away, I’ll just drop the hint that my show concerns a group of female superheroes…and their utter inability to see eye to eye. It runs tonight through Sunday afternoon, and if you go you’ll have to tell me if you could guess which character I wrote in my mind’s eye for myself. ‘Cause there’s at least one in every play. (Oh my WORD are you yet intrigued?)
Here’s how to buy tickets:
Or you can be old school, reserve a ticket here and pay cash at the box office.
Hope to see you there, guys. You won’t be able to miss me. I’ll be there with makeup, big kid shoes, a beer…
…And baby food on the back of my shirt.
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