Recommended by Claudia Haas

I was drawn into the intrigue right from page 1 - reading furiously wanting to learn more. Plumridge has given us a nuanced play filled with chills and unexpected (but welcome) humor. Intricate and original, the play gives us a fresh outlook on a catastrophic time.

A winning combination of art, analysis and what is in the eye of the beholder. Hall combines all and let’s us see that what we actually see is the artist’s intent and no more. But -Maybe art is different from all eyes and just maybe that is fine. A lovely commentary on how art reaches us - individually.

Lawing always makes me feel and think. He shows us loss, love, and grief in a scant ten minutes. In the background, I hear “when will they ever learn?” from “Where Have all the Flowers Gone” and think - when will we ever learn. Evocative, beautiful writing.

That ending will stay with me forever. As will the joy ride that Foster takes us on. Sweet and salty and with a pinch of bittersweet. Two stellar roles for women!

Christmas in August? Why not? It was a great pleasure to chill with Levine’s play. He has a way of finding laughter without sacrificing character - actually deepening the character - on every page. There were holiday surprises galore. Treat yourself to an early present. You’ll be craving gingerbread men (or latkes) by the end of the play.

Years ago, I used google-translate for a scene. This play is a cautionary tale about why you should never do that. While Levine’s play is an absolute comedic gem on the page, the dynamics and physical possibilities onstage make me wish it was coming soon to a theatre near me. Need a pick-me-up? Pick this up and read it/produce it.

Syran has confirmed my fear that if I am sent to Hell, I will spend eternity at the DMV trying to prove I once existed. The play is chock full of clever tidbits but that ending - oh the ending. Proof positive the DMV exists in a circle of Hell.

A tale of a bird, a lesson in sensitivity, and an opening for a grand discussion all wrapped up in one minute. The silence at the end is so telling. Well done.

There’s some serious “good girl-bad girl” vibes in this remarkable play about expectations, proms, cool, and teen girls. McClain captures an accurate description of the confusion of the teen years and provides a beautiful two-hander of nuance, nostalgia and truths. Dear high schools: produce this.

Morey Norkin just gave me Hanukkah in July and it couldn’t be more lovely. Yes, I am sentimental and yes, I shed a tear. Norkin conjured up love and memory of sweet holidays past and those memories are always welcome - even in July.