THE WORDS OF ANTS has unparalleled precision. I can't wait to see a production of this beautiful, intricate play about loss and language, written by the smartest playwright I know.

This play is full of beautifully rendered characters with urgent needs, wants, and friction with one another and forces larger than themselves/each other. I appreciated the intimate/epic scope of it; such huge themes related to the inheritance and ownership of culture, gender roles in society, and generational conflict and legacy are explored through characters painted with gentle and hyper-specific brushstrokes. This is true in form, as well--realism mingles with big, exciting theatricality.

This play truly took my breath away. It has a slow burn pace that gently pulled me into the world of its characters. And, as the play opens up, spanning time and space and imagistic vocabularies -- while consistently asking difficult questions about privacy, ownership, and preservation as it pertains to language and culture -- it concludes with a final scene that really snuck up on me and delivered one of the most emotional experiences I've had at a play reading. Gorgeous and heartbreaking.