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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In light of the madness going on at the RNC2016 here's Zuri- my 4YO- singing an original song - #StopThatDonaldTrump. #LoveThisKid ... See MoreSee Less

Zuri- my 4YO- is on a mission to #StopTrump. Here's the song she composed before bedtime. #LoveThisKid

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Chicago run of @motherstruck closes on Sunday July 17! Have you seen it yet? Is there anyone you think needs to see it before we leave? Please share! Please help us fill the seats this LAST WEEK OF @motherstruck in Chicago!!!! Greenhouse Theater. 2257 N. Lincoln Ave. #EveryStoryIsAboutLove ... See MoreSee Less

Chicago run of @motherstruck closes on Sunday July 17! Have you seen it yet? Is there anyone you think needs to see it before we leave? Please share! Please help us fill the seats this LAST WEEK OF @...

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Two days relaxin with the bean and a few amazing friends before we close out the last week of @motherstruck Chicago!

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What does change mean to you? Staceyann Chin sits down with Ebony to discuss everything from gentrification to race and what freedom means for her daughter and future generations. See Chin explore these topics in MotherStruck - only in Chicago for 10 more days! Read more here: bit.ly/29txbZ2 ... See MoreSee Less

What does change mean to you? Staceyann Chin sits down with Ebony to discuss everything from gentrification to race and what freedom means for her daughter and future generations. See Chin explore the...

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I feel so brutalized by all the complicated crossroads of all these many identities. Inside my own body. Black. Chinese. Immigrant. Single mother. Woman. Jamaican. American. Writer. Lesbian. Performer. Inside yours. You must be so exhausted from naming them. Protecting them from the horror of this systematic brutality. Every moment. Every days we have to be fighting for some sliver of the flesh of us. So many fights. So many roads to walk so many isms to resist. I am exhausted. And angry. You must be too. Exhausted. And angry. Today I am Numb. Sad. Pulled inside of myself. I want to remember -need to remember that in all these mass shootings. All these murders of Black men. Even the ones committed in the presence of their children. Recorded so the whole world can consume. All these girls being trafficked. All these women working long hours and unable to feed their families. That there is still good in the world. Perhaps if we are to thwart Donald Trump- we may have, this very year, this November- we may well have our first woman president. It's not so easy to remember the joy of 2008. How we danced in NYC. In Louisiana. In North Carolina. That- eight years later, that we are presently led by the first Black president of these United States of America. In the face of these videos watched on a loop, it is hard to remember that my daughters smile is the sun rising over the calmest waters. That her laughter is the warmest summer rain. That her tiny arms are magic. No matter the horrors we witness. We must not forget that we are alive. And magic. And moving towards being better. Even in the face of bigots. And racists. And sexist men with power. My skin is still beautiful. And my survival is an opera. A base beat in a dark room. In Orlando. A flash of defiant Pride in Jamaica. My heart beat is a Nest in Nairobi. A small gathering of lesbians in a township in Soweto. My poems are echoes of the world I know is coming. Even if my own eyes never see it. My daughter might. Or her son will. Someone of mine will see it This present brutality is not mine to pass on. It is a thing of now. Not the future. It is only the present weapon of those who will eventually die. And be extinct. Joy will endure. Our struggle will be the center of the final narrative. It will be the subject of our victory songs. I'm on the right side. Of history. Of this story. Of our story. Of all these stories converging. Rainbow. Black. Red. Brown. Yellow. All of us will turn colorful. A kaleidoscope of endurance. But we have to fight for it. We have to push. And pull these stories. On film. In pen. In song. We have to be willing to call out. To march. To stand up. Even to die. We do this so out children can love. We must press out voice into the dialogue. Even in the darkest moments. We have to insist that our voices remain thick. With truth. With the memory of those whose flesh became sacrifice. Sandra Bland. Eric Garner. Amadou Diallo. Malcolm X. Dr Martin Lither King. Mediation Evers. Emmett Till. Tamir Rice. Sakia Gun. Say their names. Loud. Trayvon Martin. I write this to beg my fellow artists and activists. All the people deeply embedded in this fight against inequality. And discrimination. And legal murders. Keep raising your fists. And your flags. Keep articulating your anger. Keep insisting that we be heard. Keep writing. And screaming. Keep pushing at this motherfucker. Until the spine of it crumbles. Until the flesh of it. Completely. Finally. Falls. ... See MoreSee Less

I feel so brutalized by all the complicated crossroads of all these many identities. Inside my own body. Black. Chinese. Immigrant. Single mother. Woman. Jamaican. American. Writer. Lesbian. Performer...

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Thursday, July 21st, 2016 at 3:15am
RT @hilarymarsh: @staceyannchin @MotherStruck so very, very glad we saw the show. Thank you for bringing it to Chicago!!
Thursday, July 21st, 2016 at 3:15am
RT @greenhouse2257: We are sad 2 say goodbye 2 @MotherStruck, but sending big love 2 @staceyannchin and future adventures for the show http… MotherStruck photo
Thursday, July 21st, 2016 at 3:15am
RT @Yacub131: Words don't properly express the sheer joy that @staceyannchin & @MotherStruck brought to my spirit. What an honor! https://…
Monday, July 18th, 2016 at 7:25am
RT @letsgocrazy4: @MotherStruck @staceyannchin so glad I was able to catch this fucking amazing show. Loved ur story & the way u brought us…

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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.