Wearing a long white night gown, a young woman stands in the middle of the room. Her natural platinum locks streaming down her shoulders, onto her chest. Her dark, wide eyes stare at us as we sit in front of her. Can she see us or is she looking through us? Around her, small piles of crumpled white cloths are scattered on the floor. Amongst them, a metal bucket, a broom and a wooden chair. She breaks the silence with ...

The story of a young girl who found herself trapped with her family in Nazi Germany

the complex emotional relationship between the perpetrator and their victims.

Emotionally charged movement and polished production values serve a feast for the eyes and for the soul.

A play that has so much to offer

exposing the long-term backlash of the Hiroshima bombing through the eyes of a young gir

Audiences are left with the open question of what one is willing to do for survival

An incredibly interesting concept with real spots of beauty

Within this monologue Stephanie Greenwood does an excellent job of portraying several different personalities. There is her 7 year old self, delighted with a recently acquired dolls house, but at the same time angry at the loss of her grandad; her sassy 13 year old self mourns a grandmother; and we meet a Polish ancestor who insists upon playing the perfect hostess in spite of suffering an injury to her foot (with dire consequences). Stephanie regales us with stories of family history, ...

A beautiful play exploring growing up, friendship and loss, and the need to move on in life.