A few years ago, I asked myself when was it that I began playwriting,, and I came up with I Don’t Want to Die in China [1991]. And then suddenly memories started rolling in. I remembered the “play” I wrote for my five year old neighbor and me to perform in our garage, for which we charged three cents to the neighbor women—much to my mother’s chagrin. I started remembering the junior high school talent show skits I wrote for my friends, and the monologues I often performed. I remembered a full length talent show script, and then a whole series of college performance events like May Week and Greek Week and the Women’s Student Government Association’s One Hundredth Anniversary Celebration that I wrote, directed and staged.