A dramatic monologue. To be performed with “Mary” as a photograph.
(before she starts speaking, puts a kettle on to boil)
I remember Mary, when I was young, the rolling green hills I would walk past on my way to school. 292 more words
It’s common for people who grew up across and between cultures to wonder who they would have been if they hadn’t moved. I have often wondered if I would be different if I had never left my home city, if I had stayed and taken part in all the rituals and rites of passage of a more traditional, monocultural life. 498 more words