Recommended by Scott Sickles

A trapeze artist is the last person who should have attention deficit disorder!

I’m not sure if playwright Carnes intended the ADD but it’s certainly accurate. One thing’s for sure, Jules is preoccupied with the past, the future, and imagination while Lee is more about the here and now. Separated by the pandemic, one needs to escape reality while the other tries to cherish the time they spend together, even if it’s virtual. Unfortunately, they’re doing these things at the same time! Their convergence is lovely, hard won, and elegant as a midair catch!

GLORIOUS!!!

Picture the voices of your two favorite British dames or otherwise English leading ladies – I was totally doing Maggie and Judi; I may try Thompson and Winslet later – and you have an uproarious heist trope-fest filled with oneupmanship (or upwomanship) galore!

A design team’s dream (costumes, set, lighting, and sound!) with two great roles for physical comediennes.

Another utter delight from Hayley St. James!

First, there's the title. Not only is it catchy but it's the perfect set-up for this warm, funny, gentle play. O'Neill-Butler has created a mother-daughter combo you wish you were related to. Even as they share the loss of a loving patriarch, they have such a casually loving bond -- it's both comforting and refreshing. The play packs in a lifetime, but the backstory is an active setup for more than one payoff.

TINY, SECRET NOTES is the dramatic equivalent of a cup of hot chocolate or a good mug of mulled wine in the winter. Savor it.

A little insanity and a little magic add up to a crazy whirlwind of a play. Haas gives us another great piece about sisters. In KANSAS, each is determined to get what they want regardless of how practical it may be during a tornado. Wild and fun with a bit of a wow factor thrown in!

HOWLINGLY FUNNY!!!

Feriend gives us a great marriage of opposites – one who is unflappable, the other who does nothing but flap – and sets them at odds with sparkling repartee and deceptive cross-purposes. It’s a great take on marriage, adultery, and Fear Of Missing Out.

You also get two endings! I prefer the second one but how fun that you get to decide!

Delightful roles for three actors and a hoot for the audience!

Quite simply a beautiful eulogy. O’Grady reminds us of the preciousness of connection, and how even bonds unfettered by time and distance could still benefit from a little face-to-face and even in-person (remember that?) contact every now and then.

The tragedy for me, beyond the passing of a remarkable and generous human being, is that there are people who could hear this and remain unaffected. How dare they?

Maria Mercader’s death left a crater in the landscape of those who knew her and now, thanks to O’Grady, in the hearts of those who didn’t. RIPower!

Nazis. Can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em.

It's a glib comment but it concisely distills the heart of Cathro's gut-punch of a play. What do you do when the child you love and raised and still shelter becomes something unrepentantly evil? The answers are only easy when it's not happening to you. SUNDAY MORNING... puts us smack in the middle of a family in crisis. Their casual racism traces the roots of white supremacist ideology and offers no pat solutions.

Timeless but especially resonant in the current climate, this is a must for any play festival.

Just when you think you've seen all the dystopias there are too see... BOOM!

Foster creates a world where even sitting back, relaxing, and letting your thoughts go can be a source of great power or destruction. A society stripped of old beliefs, it's become almost too pragmatic. People still have wants and ambitions, but the cost of carelessness is terrifyingly high.

Foster creates an unsettling atmosphere, its sense of dread compounded by the normality of her characters and how normalIZED they've become to circumstances we would consider extreme.

RENEWABLES will stay with you for a long...

Like a mad scientist who has you strapped to a table, Burdick keeps his torture implements in plain sight, leaving you to guess how he's going to use them on you.

His weapon is sound. His wicked hunchback assistant is your own imagination. TATTOO is an audiodrama. His voices and noises create a visceral thrill ride through a house of horrors filled with sights and smells that are pure nightmare fuel.

The noirish narration presiding over a "mysterious shoppe with even more mysterious shopkeeper" tale keep you guessing until it all finally, irrevocably comes together. Delightfully unsettling!...

Hayley St James has deified one of my heroes: Punxatawney Phill! (All other rodent weather prophets are FALSE!) They've bestowed upon him the power and temperament of a beleaguered god, so that we may respect his eternal and glorious deeds and do right by him and ourselves... If we just GIVE HIM A DAMN BREAK!!! A hilarious, angry, adorable monologue with a message. All hail, Phil and St. James!