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Water In My Hands

Sorrel is busy preparing for her wedding even though her fiancé has just died, and Maria’s eyebrows are still not growing back. Gerry wants to know if the weather will improve so that he can lie on his back in the grass, and Eric’s wife has someone else’s heart beating inside her.


Through a series of interweaving accounts, Water in My Hands, lays bare the power of grief, and asks, ‘how do we move on when we are haunted by the life that we have not yet lived?’

Staged Reading: Philadelphia Women's Theatre Festival, August 2018

Staged Reading: Spooky Action Theater, Washington DC, March 2019

Staged Reading: The Liz Smith Reading Series, Miranda                                                           Theatre Company, NYC, March 2020

When We Fall

7.7 billion people on earth and everyone is lonely. Perhaps. Trina definitely is, even though tonight is her birthday and she’s going to party like it’s 1982. But when Andrew and Clare turn up as Superman and Little Bo Peep, the ache of loneliness fills the night. Even Dalir senses it from the roof top, somewhere between London and Pakistan, and now he has to do something about it. 

 

A new play about learning to fly, telling stories, and finding friendship in unexpected places.

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Freelance features writer with articles published in The Guardian Newspaper, The Independent, other magazines and online.