DIY Girl turns shit into sugar, men into murderers. DIY Girl is a melted qt-colored crayon
“Give me his number,” my aunt said, pulling on her weightlifting gloves.
Art is, to me, a balance between what you say and what you don’t. What you let a stranger’s imagination fill in.
While decorating for Christmas, my nieces stopped mid–garland untangling to perform their new choreography to the ten-minute “All Too Well.” No one asked for it. They were just doing it. Full-body
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub
