Plays
I love creating sensory experiences within my stories and allowing the participant to focus in on the smallest, most mundane details. I often write about humans connecting with each other in weird ways or discovering strengths they didn't know they had.
Clubhouse Kidz
A group of pre-teens get stuck in their treetop clubhouse together, forcing them to confront hard truths about themselves and each other in order to survive.
The first draft of this 2-act comedy was written while in residence at Oldschool (Iceland) in September, 2021.
©2021
Last Call
Babe has been dating Guy, but Guy doesn't think Babe's the one, so Babe starts looking for love in new places, most notably through a questionable dating therapist and a mysterious plant parent from the internet. A recent toxic spill in a factory just outside town leaves the community in a collective resurfacing that brings even more challenges to Babe's journey towards love and acceptance.
©2021
With Three Story, I took a traditional three-act narrative and stretched it across three distinct floors in a 6,000 sq ft venue in downtown San Francisco, with each world corresponding to significant chapters of one woman’s life.
©2019
You’ve Got Guts
After powerful whiffs of cheese gas awaken them to the world around them and their individualism, Gus the gouda tube, Sarg the stomach, and Enema the Intestines, begin to question the systems they now belong to.
©2019
Night In Gayle
A daytime talk show with puppets, taking place in a hidden closet inside of a secret party at 3am.
©2018
Other stuff i’ve written
tales of a highschool dropout
Like many public schools, my high school had a circular track of sidewalk that many students would walk laps around with their friends, gossiping about which cheerleaders were pregnant, juggling text books and banana-filled brown sacks, and tossing stink eyes and rolled up trash at the kids nobody liked. I was one of those kids.
Open-ended: Navigating non-monogamy in san francisco
After six years in an incredibly rewarding monogamous relationship, my partner and I recently decided to open up. I know: this is a vague statement that can mean a lot of things. Are we having sex with other people? Polyamorous? Monogamish? Relationship anarchists? Going through a phase?
On Belonging
I used to live alone. I could freely walk around in the nude, spend entirely too long taking a shower in the morning and never once have to wonder where my leftover Patxi's pizza went. But I had a hard time finding and maintaining a close circle of friends and often felt isolated from the world.