Free Purim Spiels

A Purim spiel or Purim play is usually a comic dramatization of the Book of Esther, the central text and narrative that describes what transpired on Purim and why it is celebrated as an important Jewish holiday. Jews have long gathered on Purim to tell the story of the Book of Esther in performance. Recently, it has been more and more common to tell the story by parodying well-known music.

In 2023, Purim celebrations begin at sundown on March 6 and end at nightfall on March 7.

Click here for free access to Purim spiel scripts in English, which you may use in your community. Then loop back to tell us how it went!

Tug of War – InspiraTO Festival


My play, Tug of War, is part of this year’s edition of the InspiraTO ten-minute play Festival. A member of the festival’s Mentorship Project, I worked with dramaturg M.C. Thompson before handing Tug of War off to director Matthew James Hines.

Here are some of Matthew’s thoughts on the play:

« I’m very excited to be working on a comedy that has strong & dangerous female characters. It’s the women who really drive the action of this play, and that’s something that doesn’t come around very often. »

Read more here:

And see the results of the Tug of War collaboration at the InspiraTO Festival in May and June at Toronto’s Alumnae Theatre (Mainstage), at 70 Berkeley St:

Fri. May 31 @ 10 pm ; Sat. June 1 @ 6 pm ; Thurs. June 6 @ 9 pm ; Fri. June 7 @ 8 pm.

Ontario Arts Council Grant

A big thank you to the Ontario Arts Council and to Harold Green Jewish Theatre Company for supporting my work on my full-length play Seven Dragon Happy-Go-Lucky Golden Garden House of Foo(d), the story of a Jewish family running a Chinese restaurant.

This grant will enable me to host a private reading of the play, with professional actors, in order to polish and finalize it for submission to a theatre company.

I am planning the reading for mid-May, to concentrate the final rewrite in June (report to OAC due in July).

I’ll keep you posted as to the play’s progress. Hopefully on stage soon!


Inspirato Theatre Mentoring Project

Ten days to the deadline for the first draft of a ten-minute play for this year’s Inspirato Festival (at the Alumnae Theatre in Toronto, May 30-June 8, 2013).

Below, the fellow Inspirato playwrights in the same predicament. Half of us have to write a play related to « tunnel » and the other half of us on « rope ». (Then, we work with a dramaturge to polish the play in time for production.)

InspiraTO’s Playwrights’ Mentoring Project participants: Standing (L to R): Jenny Alexander, Lindsay Cochrane, Brett Haynes, Ayesha Mansur, A.M. Matte, Kevin Craig, Jordan Mechano, Christopher Duthie. Kneeling (L to R): Ashley Park, Rachel Ganz, Madeleine Jullian, Mirella Christou.


So far, I’ve written about two women attempting to rob a club owner, a mother eager to see her child off to college and a violin maker in love with a musician. None of those plays  have what it takes to make it to the festival’s mentors.

However, I’m fairly confident about my latest attempt, in which two crooks get swindled. I now just have to figure out if anyone gets shot at the end. Thoughts?

Good News and Free Flow

I happily began the year 2013 with three bits of good writing news:

– I won second place in Good News Toronto‘s True Story Contest. (more on that here)

– My short story Nelles (in French) will be published in the literary magazine Virages in March. (an excerpt can be found here)

–  I will have a ten-minute play produced in this year’s Inspirato Festival, for which I must  write a play from scratch.

As part of  Inspirato Festival’s Playwrights’ Mentoring Project, I attended a day-long workshop during which I met my fellow playwrights and did short writing exercises before being assigned the subject matter of the play I am to write for the festival in June 2013.

One of the exercises included building a small sculpture and writing a free flow/stream of consciousness monologue from its point of view. The result:

We voyaged across the sea, but remain perched in precarious existence. If we photosynthesized, we’d be leaning toward the sun. As it is, we merely lean gravity-ward, which annoys us as we yearn to achieve more. We are both practical and whimsical; our career as a children’s entertainer didn’t last long. If we had the means, we’d bask in the collective glow of of super troupers and admiration. Sadly, the reflection of mere trinkets in the mirror remind us that inanimate life cannot hope, as Pinocchio did, to become real. And even if we fulfilled our dream of a grander, more productive life, it might be at the cost of a separation too painful to fathom. A diminutive pedestal therefore must suffice; hope of a melody at our centre remaining merely the lullaby of slumber, which, even that, escapes us.

A trinket from Croatia, a set of skeleton keys and a foam clown nose get me writing.

It’s unlikely that this text makes it anywhere into the short play I need to write by next month, but it was fun playing with words and getting something down, pencil to paper. Now to write about rope…

My Procrasti-Nation

My living room has been my procrasti-Nation for the past few weekends. Despite promising myself I would have my new play Seven Dragon Happy-Go-Lucky Golden Garden House of Foo(d) updated by mid-February (oops) early March (nope) end of March (fingers crossed), I’ve been easily distracted by the usual: watching my son play choo-choo with his Thomas the trains (yes, there are more than one), watching sci-fi TV shows with my husband, and washing and folding the laundry.

There is no ‘logical’ reason for my postponing work on this play. My mentor is (was) expecting it, I know what I have to update and, most weekends, I have time to devote to the project (as this article proves with its existence). So why no work? Am I paralyzed with the fear of the final product, dreading letting my play fend for itself in the world? I can’t imagine that to be so; I’ve worked on Seven Dragon longer than I’ve had my son. With my mentor’s help, I will seek a theatre company to workshop and produce it. I’ve long dreamt of seeing it play out on stage.

But that can’t happen until it’s ready. And it won’t be ready until I modify a scene and adjust the ending. So. Off I go, then. When I come back from the gym.