‘I find myself wishing that this production excavated some deeper weirdness’: Frey Kwa Hawking writes on Young Jean Lee’s 2014 play exploring white privilege.

How the light gets in: Frey Kwa Hawking reviews Tinuke Craig’s revival of Bryony Lavery’s gentle comedy about light and life shared between friends.

‘This trying is pointed at you, because the show felt pointed at me for once’: Frey Kwa Hawking writes on Sylvan Oswald’s ‘theatrical essay’ about transness and love.

Are we alone? Frey Kwa Hawking writes on Frantic Assembly’s ‘unwieldy’ new show that constellates characters in grief and loneliness.

Waiting for transcendence: Frey Kwa Hawking writes on Antoinette Nwandu’s play racist police violence and structural discrimination in America.

‘Does love with boys always make you banal?’ Frey Kwa Hawking writes on Miriam Battye’s ‘millennial pink’ new play.

‘An avalanche of years’: Frey Kwa Hawking writes on Alexandra Wood’s naturalistic depiction of the relationships between sisters over forty years.

‘It’s time to wank jubilantly with a cross’: Frey Kwa Hawking writes on Breach’s exuberant retelling of the sexual adventures of a 14th century nun.