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I EAT BOYS

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After a fight with her boyfriend escalates into violence, Ellie does the unthinkable—she eats him. Horrified by her relapse and drowning in guilt, she calls a hotline for “I EAT BOYS,” a church-basement support group devoted to helping women resist their hunger for men.

Inside the “Recovery Womb,” Ellie meets Avery, the rule-bound interim chairwoman desperate to keep the group intact; Celeste, the outspoken skeptic; Caroline, a tightly wound wife battling rage at her disappointing husband; Fran, an aging romantic terrified of dying alone; and Beth, a volatile poet consumed by shame. Together, they follow “The Cookbook,” a 12-step–style guide to battle their inner rage and hunger towards men. Each woman has survived violence, betrayal, or sexual assault at the hands of men, and the group becomes a fragile experiment in learning how to live with that history without turning their pain into further brutality.

But as tensions mount, members question whether suppressing their hunger truly heals them or merely repackages their pain. When fractures in the group mirror the violence they’re trying to escape, Ellie must decide whether recovery means obedience, solidarity, forgiveness... or something far more radical.

Blending absurdism, horror, and biting satire, I EAT BOYS explores female rage, intimacy, power, and the monstrous hunger born from violence... asking whether love is enough to curb an appetite.

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I EAT BOYS - Experience the Work 

The Reading at Royal Family Productions

Performance (of Scene 2) at TheaterLab 

Produced by Kind Strangers Collective

PERSONAL ESSAYS 

Letters to my Daughter: Dispatch from a Decade

An exercise in love and imperfection. 

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"I know one day the pangs of my 20’s will be far behind me and the encroaching threats of old age and death will appear far more daunting. So while I still have a mental grasp of this chapter of naivety, wreckage, and moxie… I want to look back on my wounds that have calloused over and remember if I had any good insights whilst I was bleeding out. Besides… I’m getting older… I feel my scotch-pickled brain going…. and if I don’t note it down now, how on earth will I remember the nuances of this formidable train wreck?" 

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