About the Play

MotherStruck! sets forth Staceyann Chin’s personal journey to motherhood as a single woman, lesbian and activist who does not have health insurance or a “serious, stable financial set up,” but wants to have a child. Told through Chin’s uniquely personal and poetic lens, this solo show explores how the process changed her life and how she makes peace with what she learns from this profound experience.  

"'MotherStruck!'...is a warm, political and often funny affirmation of endurance and personal happiness" - Chicago Tribune

"A heartwrenching and humorous interrogation into maternal inheritance and motherhood, 'MotherStruck!' swiftly moves from Chin's fleeing of her homeland to the birth of her daughter through an engaging and powerful narrative." - Windy City Times

"Chin is playful, coy, and magnetic onstage." - Chicago Reader

    • BuyTickets_240px (1)June 11 - July 17
    • Greenhouse Theater Center
2257 N Lincoln Ave | Chicago, IL 60614 | 773.404.7336

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LivingRoomProtest 42: Say No To Gendering Things! There is no such thing as boys or girls things!! Zuri is pretty fired up and eloquent about this LONG protest. ... See MoreSee Less

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Living Room Protest 41: #JustKeepTrying! Zuri talks perseverance! Check out the impromptu singing at the end... Happy Thursday! ... See MoreSee Less

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LivingRoomProtest 40: Private Parts & accidents. An elephant & dinosaur guest in to have a silly chat about Genitalia & accidents. ... See MoreSee Less

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I'm an immigrant mom who lives in New York City. And boy, do I love the pulse of this city! The off-the-chart energy makes me feel alive and whole and not crazy- this city and its large immigrant population validates my politics. The presence of so many cultures co-existing feeds the writer in me. The clashing colors of food and race and culture and art provide my pen with much-needed fodder. Zuri goes to a school that the focus is social justice. She gets to go to Coney Island. And cooking class. She eats foods from every culture, every day. She hears accents from all over the word, just walking up the block to her to school. She plus in the park with kids from all economic backgrounds. She goes to street fairs and visits China town and is exposed to street art. Her hair is colored red in the front. She wants to shave the back and pit designs in. She wears mismatched socks, and clothes people might consider outlandish costumes all day long in the streets of Brooklyn and it's not unusual for people tell her how much they love her crazy colors. Still, I struggle with the ever-present guilt about choosing to raise my daughter in this culture of the fast-paced-no-time-for-anything-but-the-most-necessary-tasks city. All my bio siblings are far away- either emotionally and geographically. Many of the chosen aunts and uncles are also in far away places. We do get a chance to see them when they come or when we visit them, but that's largely sporadic. We have a few aunts and uncles who live here in NYC, but so many of them are busy- traveling an hour to work, running around trying to make the ridiculous rent, doing laundry, finding work, dating, catching the subway, surviving the ever-present chaos, de-stressing from that chaos, making art, maintaining relationships that are under the stress of the transient NYC life, battling depression, and working as hard as they can not to drown. I know the importance of aunt and uncles. I survived my parents abandoning me because there was a plethora of both biological and chosen aunties and uncles who held up one brick in the foundation of me at some point between my accidental birth and my fleeing Jamaica. There are one or two people here who see Zuri regularly. And I'm so grateful for them. But I wish it were more often. Or that they lived closer- I wish they were up the block or around the corner or upstairs. I wish it didn't require so much effort to plan a visit or a meet-up. And I worry all the time about how the transience of the city will affect those relationships. I wonder when work will change in somebody's life and they will have to leave the city, or the borough, or the county, or the country- because that is standard for NYC. The year Zuri was conceived, six of my close friends left the city. The following year another three left. And that's not counting the new people we met and got close to for a short time before they had to leave. We've had to be ready to shift often- gentrification, relationships collapsing(apt too expensive solo, so folks leave the city after breakups) companies closing, or people get tired or fighting the city, or whatever. Ever year, I find myself wondering, why I'm still here? Deep in the middle of winter I'm looking online at housing in Atlanta or Florida or Seattle or Johannesburg with envy in my heart. By February I'm sure I'm leaving to live out my life in a house with a backyard that has more than one bedroom, and goddammit another freaking bathroom! I start telling people goodbye. I start purging. I start kicking the walls of my apartment and cursing the old plumbing and the sporadic heaters that come on only when they feel like it. Then spring comes and I fall deeply in love with this place again. But always, in the back of my mind, I worry about this community thing. I wonder if I'm short-changing my kid. And most days I have no idea what the answer is. So today's rumination is about community: aunties and uncles and playing hop scotch on the block and riding bikes on the street and access to art and people of color and racial diversity and a backyard and central air-conditioning and neighborhoods that stay the same for generations, and all the pros and cons that you gain or lose with any or all of that. What's your take/thoughts/experience on/with all this? ... See MoreSee Less

I'm an immigrant mom who lives in New York City. And boy, do I love the pulse of this city! The off-the-chart energy makes me feel alive and whole and not crazy- this city and its large immigrant popu...

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Creative Team
Director: Cynthia Nixon Associate Director: Ron Russell Assistant Director: Shariffa Ali Production Stage Manager: Renee Alexander Technical Director/Production Manager: Nate Terracio Set Design: Kristen Robinson Lighting Design: Bradley King & Dante Olivia Smith Sound Design: Elisheba Ittoop Costume Design: Akua Murray Adoboe Press Requests: Lily Robinson & Patrick Lazour, O&M Co.