The chill darkness of a post-choice world where we are surely headed - this prescient play is filled with moments of terror and a great unravelling. I appreciate it as a knitter - the physical maker - a crossword puzzler - the one with the brain who shoulda known better - a mother, an activist and a playwright!

Prescient and chilling, this short play strikes at the heart of women's inequality, pointing to the incongruous bends in reality that seem to shape our inclusion, the acceptance of our contributions, even the idea of us, as completely human, rather than the sum of our parts. Husczca writes with sensitivity and boldness, bringing light to a woman's experience, one growing more fearful, more humiliating, by the day.

Huszcza packs so much into this short play about fertility, fanatic religiosity and its economic repercussions, and the roles our culture assigns to women. Theses two characters are boiled down to two things: their hobbies, which become their names, and their gigantically oversized pregnant bodies. The horror of the world of this play is that it's not so far-fetched.