Originally printed in The Dramatist
Denver Center Theater, a cold January night. The last preview for INANA has ended. A museum curator has fallen deeply and unexpectedly in love. An artist has given up his life’s work in exchange for his daughter’s safe passage out of the country. A wife has complained that her husband is in love with another woman. All the characters are Iraqi.
The audience files into the lobby. I am standing in the back. A wide-eyed woman approaches me. She asks if I’m the author. I tell her yes. She says to me, “I had no idea. They’re just like us.”