Wellman has composed a chilling fable about the helplessness of parenthood. Having a child means that every day, every moment, is an opportunity for them to die. Part ghost story, part aching lament, the playwright taps into the primal fear of child loss, creating a contemporary mythology, not to explain the afterlife, but rather what happens to the living when someone they have put their heart into is gone. It is a creepy, painful, glorious work of love.
Wellman has composed a chilling fable about the helplessness of parenthood. Having a child means that every day, every moment, is an opportunity for them to die. Part ghost story, part aching lament, the playwright taps into the primal fear of child loss, creating a contemporary mythology, not to explain the afterlife, but rather what happens to the living when someone they have put their heart into is gone. It is a creepy, painful, glorious work of love.