Recommended by Jacquelyn Floyd-Priskorn

I'm not smart enough to fully understand this play, but I'm not too dumb to fully enjoy this play. It's beautiful. I don't understand math, space, time, physics, any of that. But I do understand love. I do understand grief. And I do understand longing. This play scientifically explains these intangible emotions and leaves us with hope to be free of the tethers that keep us from love.

I literally said "ohhh" out loud as I finished this play. Time travel is such a sticky wicket in story building, but Byham really makes it work in RELIC. This play moves in waves, some gentle, some crashing. The relationship between the two characters, played by 3 actors of varying ages, is absolutely beautiful. Like a landscape painting on a wall, you will discover new things at each passing of this play. Just very well crafted.

No one looks forward to cleaning out the personal belongings of a loved one after they passed. But when El and Fran discover a secret from their mother's past, it gives them an honest look of the full human with feelings their mother was. And perhaps to take stock of their own lives as well. A surprisingly moving piece with a funny premise. Just like real life.

I may need MorNorkin myself, because the “butt doctor” jokes are what had me laughing the hardest! But there is so much to love about this pharmaceutical commercial parody, even beyond the “inside playwright gags” that still play whether you catch them or not! Well done, Billy!

This is so layered in meaning. The Whipping (Person) sticks to the tradition their father had instilled in the family lineage, to professionally take the punishments in the royal prince(ss)‘s place. Archaic as this tradition is, Francis embraces it. Can father embrace a new way to address his child, though? A fascinating study in family and tradition.

Halloween hits different when you're an adult. There's a different kind of pressure. And not just to have the decorations, but just the mere act of participation. Allie works through all the levels of peer pressure as she watches the whole neighborhood slowly light their porches to welcome trick-or-treaters...with her own future trick-or-treater.

This is what a thriller is supposed to be! The tension keeps building and building, relentlessly. The terror masks itself in familiar voices, but is it real and can it hurt you? A well crafted bit of horror.

A dark and tragic poem of a play. Ghosts are all around us, in our memories and in our hearts. Do we ever listen to them? Or do we ignore them, though their words may be comforting, in order to pretend the world we knew remains unchanged?

This feels very much like an epic musical with lots of characters and a dance-like sing-song game, but an underlying darkness stalking them all. So much is going on, but if you heed Izzy Knish and stay alert, you stay alive! And luckily the memories are in the capable hands of our narrator Irwin.

Saw the title. Had to read. Now I feel called out as well as truly seen. But honestly, I write recommendations to procrastinate writing my own plays. So thank you for contributing to my playwright delinquency, Izzy Salant.