Sing to us, Paolo.

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...

Sometimes the best drama is ripped from the headlines.

Have yourself a darn tootin’ good time. Ya hear?

Fall provides a charming backdrop for reflection.

A vital release for catharsis and dark comedy.

Spellbound shenanigans and memorable covens are abound.

Seventy minutes steeped in the traditions of home.

We close out a shocking, thrilling season.

A prime time for new works with hot topics.

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

A loud, proud homage to the LGBTQIA community.

June came, seen, and conquered.

A show that mystifies expectations.

Two young couples survive in the Civil Rights Era.

Musical interludes allow this ensemble a reprieve.

A variety of lived experiences with the connective tissue of queer identity, relationships, and issues.

An out of this world premiere takes chances.

A dusty, Russian classic feels crisp and amusing.