Double the Drama, Twice the Fun

Off-Broadway with my bestie

Welcome to 2025, my friends! I’m so grateful to have you here with me. Thank you for being on team Sugarcoated as I’ve ushered the show into the world, and written myself silly about what it’s like to press life’s great reset button (whether you want to or not).

And here I find myself again: on the precipice of another Big Scary Thing. In just six weeks, Sugarcoated is getting her off-Broadway debut at The Flea Theater!

(And donations are still so very very necessary to keep the trains running on time—you can make a tax-deductible donation right here: https://fundraising.fracturedatlas.org/sugarcoated)

It’s all happening so fast. For a play, 14 months from writing “LIGHTS UP on…” to taking a final bow is practically breakneck speed. My brain is spread out on grocery lists and receipt paper with every little scribbled to-do from “write up contract” to “cake????”

It’s a heavy lift for just one person. But here’s the twist: even though Sugarcoated is a solo show, I won’t be making this leap alone.

My dear friend, the brilliant Deborah Unger, has been crafting her own solo masterpiece as long as I’ve known her: The Longer my Mother is Dead the More I Like Her. It’s hilarious, and gutting, and profoundly unique and perfectly her.

We’ve been each others’ touchstones this year as we compare notes: Which festivals are worth the effort? Should I really use projections? Can’t this all just be easier, like cabaret???

And then it hit me, embarrassing in its obviousness:

“Debbie—why are we slinging spaghetti at the wall? Come do your show with me— we’ll make a solo show cabaret! What do you say?”

Sugarcoated and Mother are little kitschy salt and pepper shakers—written at two distinctly different points in life, both wrestle with a fundamental question:

How do you find your voice when the world — and even the people closest to you — demand silence?

Together, we’re peeling back those layers of sweetness, suppression, and expectation to uncover the raw, unyielding power of women who refuse to shrink.

Introducing: Maiden Mother Crone, a duet of solo plays.

It’s a shared evening of storytelling, vulnerability, and empowerment—two deeply personal solo shows presented side by side.

Act One begins in the pink-frosted birthday party of Sugarcoated: the fairy tale of my coming out, complete with whimsical birdsong (and a witch’s candy murder house).

Act Two drops us into to the hauntingly witty world of a woman wrestling with her cantankerous mother’s ghost in The Longer my Mother is Dead the More I Like Her.

This project feels like a culmination of so much—years of friendship, celebrating our successes, honing our crafts, searching for our voices, and confronting the narratives we’ve been handed.

As we step into this new year, I’m filled with tension (well, yes) anxiety (obviously) but also, gratitude—for the stories we get to tell, for the people who support us, and for this opportunity to finally be on-stage alongside my dear friend and collaborator.

Now that the cat’s out of the bag, stay tuned for stories, behind the scenes insights, the unrelenting sitcom neighbor that is impostor syndrome, and—most importantly—early access tickets!

I am so excited to see you at The Flea in February! Here’s to finding our voices and stepping boldly into the light.

xx Jen