There's no rage like old lady rage, just as there's no tenderness like old lady tenderness..

. . . the cruel part is that, to let the play live, you have to surrender control and let your characters go. You have to let them stumble, fall into….

The tools I handle are words. They may be unappreciated or misunderstood, but they tell us who we are..

[I was] particularly eager to give voice to the women of my mother's place and generation, who grew up in turn-of-the-century, privileged New England….