This play began as an exploration of my relationship with my father, who passed away many years ago. He was a person I never knew so I created a fictional father/son reconciliation.

| Full-length play |

Having reached rock bottom, Harry reconnects with his estranged artist father. When the old man's health appears in decline, Harry is caught between cashing in his famous father's art in order to save himself, and reconciling their long-ago destroyed relationship.

I’ve always been obsessed with graveyards, but not in any morbid way. When I was growing up in New Hampshire, a state that offers youth very little in the way of entertainment options, I used to hang out there. It was like our version of the mall. My small group of friends would hang out, dream of a future where we’d leave New Hampshire, and talk about what we would eventually do for work. I was the one oddball with no real hopes and dreams so I would imagine what it would be like to work in a cemetery. I had no idea if somebody could actually work there. I never knew anybody who did, but I thought, somebody digs the graves... somebody sets the stones... somebody organizes the funerals. There’s a lot of stuff that goes on in a place like that. We just never see any of it. Later in life I would have a succession of corporate 9-to-5 office jobs and they were all essentially the same with a boss and a bunch of schlubs passing time, getting through the workday. Now I think back on life I imagine working in a cemetery might not be altogether different than any other job in the world…

| Full length comedy |

A group of people work at a cemetery in the fictional Ashworth, New Hampshire... some wishing they were elsewhere, others perfectly happy to be miserable where they are. Ronnie used to be married to Bobby, who is unhappily married to Ricky. Mike plays drums in a wedding band on the weekend and can't stop talking about how incredible the song "Pour Some Sugar on Me" is. Johnny shows up at the cemetery surreptitiously recording a podcast called "AshTown." They all work together digging holes and passing the time. When the WalMart of cemeteries opens across the street everybody begins to worry about losing their jobs. So they plan to put on a play to raise money to buy the cemetery themselves. The only problem is nobody goes to plays anymore...

I read a news article many years ago that told the story of a teenage girl who was raped at a party and then blamed for the event when it went to trial. I have set out to write this play many times over the years as I have found my way into the narrative. This play is the result of my identifying the early moments in life when young men are at the intersection of good and evil. Some move down one of the paths and never turn back. Others remain at that intersection forever.

This play is part of a four-part series following a young teenager from the precipice of high school graduation, to joining the military, fighting in Iraq, and eventually going AWOL after experiencing atrocities he could not condone.

| Inspired by a true story |

It's December 31, 1999 and five American teenagers gather to celebrate the new year. With Y2k looming over them, the teens play music and drinking games while debating what the future may hold. As the night of heavy drinking gives way to the sunrise the following morning, Heather is left with foggy memories and a sinking feeling something horrifying happened to her that night.

Many years ago I was listening to a segment on This American Life when I heard the description of a moment on live television when a man who survived the bombing of Hiroshima was forced to shake hands with one of the pilots of the Enola Gay. This is a piece I felt I had to write, but I feel a great deal of guilt for having written a piece about a man and an experience so far removed from my own. Nobody has accused me of cultural appropriation with this piece, but the elephant in the room is that I am a privileged white American male writing about a Japanese man who survived one of the most horrendous tragedies in history.

| Full-length play inspired by the true story of Reverend Kiyoshi Tanimoto |

Years after the atomic bomb is dropped on his home during World War II, Jiro Yamaguchi finds himself on American television being forced to face a man responsible for dropping the bomb, while reconciling the life flashing before his eyes.

When I listened to the podcast "S Town," I was obsessed with a part of it where the town clerk was tasked with calling a list of people to tell them somebody they knew died. I wanted to explore that experience. I also wanted to write something that could be funny. This is the result (and is still a work in progress).

| One act solo play |

A depressed legal assistant is tasked with calling individuals on a list left behind by a man who committed suicide. The work assignment could not come a worse time, as they are dealing with their own life/work existential crisis while their mother and sister badger them via text message. Wanting to connect with their estranged father, it's a few kind words from a stranger that might give them what they ultimately need.

A couple years ago I was commissioned to write a short play. The news of Tamir Rice's shooting was all I could think about. He did not immediately die when the police shot him. He was on the ground, bleeding to death, and nobody attended to him. They just waited for paramedics to arrive. I could not shake this fact. I never will. I wrote this piece to honor Tamir Rice and his mother.

| 10 minute play |

Inspired by the shooting death of Tamir Rice by a police officer in Cleveland, "Protect & Serve" explores the aftermath of a similar tragedy. Following the funeral for her son, a mother confronts a police officer and a friend of the family. She desperately pleas for him to explain why this happened and who was looking out for her son as he laid bleeding on the ground. She is ultimately left wondering what parents are supposed to tell children when the people who are meant to protect them could be a source of danger.

| Adapted into short film, directed by Kate Jopson. Link to trailer here: https://vimeo.com/261935515 |

My older sister and I never had a final moment when our father died many years ago. I never had a chance to reconcile with him, and because my sister and I lived so far apart, we never had an opportunity to support each other in the moment of loss.

| 10 minute play |

Siblings visit their dying, estranged father with resentment and forgiveness on their minds.