In the 1950s and 60s, my mother and father worked together in Dublin theaters – from Madame Cogley’s Pocket Theatre to The Pike, to The Gaiety, to The Gate. I was in and out of those theaters since I could walk – backstage, in the dressing rooms, waggling my shoes while waiting in the velvet seats for the play to begin. Actors and producers, writers and musicians dropped by our house when they were in the neighborhood. There was no separation between theatre and life. My big sister Shivaun told me stories – many of them Irish myths. So when I come up with the notion for a new play that’s set in Ireland – immediately there are ghosts, and mystery, and shifting theatrical worlds.