A few years ago, I was sitting around with a friend, talking about any and everything. And, as women usually do, we began to talk about personal things. And, seeing that this was a good friend, we started to talk about things that you don’t talk to just anyone about. It went a little something like this,
“My cramps are killing me!”
“Isn’t she horrible?”
“Completely. Just blows in and ruins your life.”
“Then leaves and is like, ‘see you next month!’ I can’t!”
“You should so write about this.”
“You know what? I should.”
Out of a random conversation with a close friend, I co-wrote and produced a play about periods. I brought together women from different backgrounds and walks of life for one purpose…to talk about something that unites us. To talk about something that makes people uncomfortable but is one of the most natural things in this world. For an hour, we talked, laughed, and cried about periods…and it was okay.
That’s one of the things that I love about being a writer. I can create this safe space for people. A place where differences are brought together to unite, disagree, or be challenged. And if nothing else, it’s a place where people come to escape for a little while. Playwriting is my therapy. It allows me to get things out that weigh heavy on me, air out thoughts that run through my mind, and/or release words that I sometimes didn’t know were waiting to escape. I push myself to go places others, and sometimes myself, do not want to go.
I just want to start conversations.