As a playwright, I consider my life’s work to be an extension of my favorite childhood pastime: lying in the damp grass after dark, staring at the stars, contemplating unfathomable notions: “light year,” “infinity,” “multiple dimensions.” For me, writing plays is the same thing– wrestling with the intangible, striving to make the impossible possible for two hours on a stage, compelling audiences to confront the difficulty and beauty of our own self-awareness. Theatre is my platform to explore what shapes our understanding of the universe and our place in it. We are creatures steeped in time, and our deepest longings are subject to the messiness of those huge, unanswered questions that inevitably emerge when we look at the stars.