Recommended by Philip Middleton Williams

I held my breath as I read this, hoping that the moment would not be broken, and I got my most fervent wish that these two polar opposites would find a connection. And it's all done with movement like the most graceful ballet.

This is a love story told by the one person who can tell it so well. A life is revealed, remembered, honored, and in a beautiful way it will live on.

I remember learning in Grade 10 Biology that the cells in our body have a certain life span and that over our lifetime they die and are replaced so that at a certain point we are not -- literally -- the same person. This is just one of the takeaways from this taut and intense drama that Scott Sickles has wrought, using a science fiction setting to make us understand ourselves and ask the question: when our cells are replaced, do they remember? And what about our souls? Are they replicated? Read this and wonder.

All this time the world has thought of Matthew Weaver as the master of the short play; stories that snap and move and grab you and hold you for just as long as it takes to tell it and leave you smiling or tearful. Well, now he's done that with a full-length play that has all the unique and joyous trademarks, and he carries you along like a twig in a stream as these two gentle souls find out everything they'd want to know before taking that plunge. This is a thoroughly poignant, joyous, and human story.

This is such fun... well, yeah, it's about a fire and destruction and all, but still... D. Lee Miller's stream of conscious is spot-on with the moment and what must be going through the mind as the world goes up in flames.

Oh, my... this made me cry, not out of sadness but out of long-lost recognition and memory. I have seen the world through Betram's eyes, I have felt the words he says and wanted to say and said them over and over in my head but never out loud. This harsh reality of a childhood friendship changing course is handled with such control, such class, such intensity, and in the skilled hands of Scott Sickles, it is a true and brutally honest moment.

Just when you think it's going in one direction, Vivian Lermond leads you in another. This is wickedly funny in the Hitchcock vein.

Very good, very funny, very truthful.

This is absurd in the classic sense, and Chris Gacinski gets it going and doesn't let up, using rapier-like satire and dialogue that captures the moment for all of its outrageousness. If this is just the start, I am really looking forward to the finish.

This one hits home for me, being less than a month after I lost my Dad, and it captures everything about him. Unforgettable.