A play about parenting, or rather the desire to be a parent; the ways it's idealized by the characters in the play, and the reality that simmers beneath the surface. Each scene is more gripping than the last, building toward a final image that manages to be both hopeful and devastating. There are layers to this play that I can't even begin to unpack, but I know I'm going to be thinking about this one for a while.

The virulent menace of the first scene evolves into a weighty mix of loss and a slender hope of reconciliation in the final scene. Everything plays in a heightened reality that is both disorienting and gripping. Language is weaponized and subtext is a thicket of jagged danger. Transcending the conventions of naturalism, this work offers a unique approach to the age old conundrum of fraught parent/child relationships.