Produced Plays

Tell Me
The Power of One: A Virtual Monologue Festival
Wilmington, NC
January 2-10, 2021

R Is for Rainbow
Stages 10-Minute Festival
Portland, Oregon
date TBD, 2020

The Fine Art of Extinction
Ten-Minute Miscellany
Wilmington, NC
February 18-19, 2020

Not Even Blue
The PGE Faces of America Monologue Festival
New York, NY
June 6, 2020 (digital revival)
November 18, 2019

R Is for Rainbow
Heralds of Hope 10-Minute Play Festival
Silver Spring, Maryland
November 9-10, 2019

Perversity
Articulating the Arts: The Art of Protest
Articulate Theatre Company
New York, NY
April 4-6, 2019

Bar-B-Q&A
Fact or Fiction 
Wilmington, North Carolina
April 1-2, 2019

Angels for the Innocent
Resilience: Three Plays About Women
Wilmington, North Carolina
May 3-20, 2018

Speak of the Devil and Bar-B-Q&A
Grandchild of PlaySlam
Cary, North Carolina
April 14, 2018

Wake
Right or Wrong
Wilmington, North Carolina
April 10-11, 2017

Splat!
Boston Theater Marathon XVIII
Boston, Massachusetts
May 8, 2016








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