The body tells many stories—ones of solace and delight, indulgence and languishing, stories of ache, illness, love.
This was a time in my life when I believed fervently in a loving God, when I wanted to be obedient, and obedience meant waiting.
I had to imagine an environment in which theater-making and parenting could not only coexist, but nourish and inform one another.
For me and my twin, the surprise was not our matching tumors, but that hers was malignant and mine was benign.
The play asked suddenly familiar questions: Why all this suffering? Is life really beautiful? How are we supposed to go on like this?