ABSTRACT
Living in New York City, I am relentlessly asked, Where are you from? Where are you from? Whether I’m sitting in a cab, waiting on a table, meeting someone new, or trying to get my plays produced. Where are you from? Because something about me-my face, my speech, my manners, my confusion as to whether to put butter or cream cheese on a bialy-sends up the red flag: NOT FROM HERE! SHE IS NOT FROM HERE! Which I’m not. I’ve lived in New York for eleven years but I know no matter how long I end up staying here, I’ll never be from here.
