Rachel Teagle

I've seen Sir Alan Cumming's bare ass on stage twice. And both times, it was surrounded by Nazis.

The first...

I walk over a hill and discover a dense thicket in the middle of the grass. It pleases me, somehow...

This winter, my little ping pong ball did not make the Minnesota Fringe lottery. I was drawn thirty-fourth on the...

“I’m working on the Inquisition play and a play about my dog, those are the two things I’m working on...

For Gemma Irish, the play began when her parents heard a story on KFAI. “My parents are always like...

A woman slides a cabinet in front of a mysterious glowing door. A giant squid flees a sperm whale. A...

I met Jessica Huang in an Uptown coffee shop, the same coffee shop, I discover, where the playwright first met...

There was an audible groan in the second act. Not from a bad pun or physical pain, but because a...

Playwright Katie Bender loves research. While working on a play about Houdini’s last performance, she found a postcard in the...