BIO
Tory is a community builder, artist, administrator, advocate, and makes a damn good cup of coffee. She believes wholeheartedly in the power of community expression, and she has facilitated it (and things adjacent to it) in refugee camps, juvenile prisons, underground dungeons, public libraries, and beyond. Tell her what your favorite kind of pie is and she'd be honored to bake it for you. Proud mama to a betta fish named Phil.
INSPIRED BY
Viking ships recovered from the bottom of the ocean
What our bodies know that our brains don’t
Magic
Dirty jokes about Sweden
Bioluminescence
Peach cinnamon pies
Mother-daughter relationships
Where we go when we’re alone
Salty ocean air
EXPLORING
I’m exploring how trauma impacts our bodies’ ability to function. I started a play a few years ago, and then put it away. This term, I’ve been opening it back up.
The play is about the mind of a girl who wants to move to the bottom of the ocean.
And her mother, who wants to finally be safe.
And Sweden, which is where they live. But it is not their home.
What happens when your body knows how to protect you better than your brain? Why is safety so scarce? When does normalcy become luxurious? And dow do people keep going despite seemingly insurmountable odds?