For many people since 2020, being together is harder than being alone. I was an only child, so it always has been. The neighborhood kids were up for hide and seek, but they never accepted my invitations to come play Risk (wisely; it’s tedious). I’d play all the armies myself, rooting for my favorite colors to win. Those games of Risk were my first plays. My parents, a born-again Catholic and a secular Jew, familiarized me with the dialectics of irreconcilable differences from an early age. I could tell from their marriage that life is full of perilous choices that change your life forever, often for the worse. That’s a pretty good metaphor for the drama I write: plays about insoluble problems, plays that attempt to teach us how to be together in one place. Also, the plays are funny.