An event worth braving the cold, dark winter.

These days it feels like most contemporary plays fall into two categories: post-apocalyptic and hyper-realism. This year alone, I could count on both my hand...

Brush up on stories of space and sex.

Fall provides a charming backdrop for reflection.

Spellbound shenanigans and memorable covens are abound.

Seventy minutes steeped in the traditions of home.

Get thee to reading our recap (you can skip the nunnery).

Oh, to be young and in Chicago.

A testament to Chicago's hidden, experimental work.

Justice for its titular heroine and so much more.

Spearheading resistance and community.

How many fucks do they give? None. Not one.

An interactive experience with less glitz, more grit.

Parched presents working toward a brighter future without ignoring the steps required to get there.

Shows sizzled and laughter was found in the most unexpected and darkest of places.

It's time to catch up on not one, but two weeks.

A fantasia flight that you can't escape.