Plant trying to grow in the desert and a hand with a watering can trying to save it

Art & Climate Change

What Is An Artist’s Responsibility During Climate Change? I was inspired to write The Great Understanding after taking the class, “Climate Change, Fiction and Literature” taught by Professor Devin Zuber at the Graduate Theological Union in Berkeley, CA. I met Devin while spending time in Berkeley during the winter of 2019. When he learned of my passion for the intersections of the arts and sciences, he invited me to audit the course with his usual students, who are seminarians and doctoral candidates in religious studies. The book that had the most profound impact on me was “The Great Derangement” by … Read more

Vaccinated Improv!

It’s time to get back to theatre life!! I’m hosting improv parties at my unusually large Brooklyn apartment. This is inspired by the fact that I got the J&J vaccine a couple weeks ago. It did hit me hard at first – a few days of fever, aches, headache, etc. But I guess that was just my immune system STOMPING ALL OVER COVID! YES! Now I feel like superwoman – able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, rip off my mask and hug my friends!!! YES!!! And… play improv games! If you’re vaccinated and love improv, then you’re … Read more

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Beth and Lucy

“I am very sorry I left the gate open, Lucy! I wanted a frootalicious ice cream from the ice cream truck. Now you’re gone. Well, not gone. Now you will live in my room, next to my unicorn. Her name is Georgiana Banana.  She likes being called Georgie, for short.” Beth, 6 years old, carefully placed the glass dog she’d found under the couch next to her glass unicorn. The sunlight hit the little statues at that moment, throwing rainbows across the room. Beth clapped happily. “Rainbows, rainbows, all around the roooo-ooom, rainbows, rainbows, all around the room!” She sang … Read more

Divine light breaking through storm clouds

Finding the Divine From a Hospital Bed

When I walked into the emergency room of New York Presbyterian on March 13, just as the COVID-19 epidemic was gaining steam in the US, I had a fever and felt awful, but I had no idea that I was in any serious danger. I stumbled into that ER more as a precaution than anything. I had nothing useful in my bag – no toothbrush, no book, no change of clothes – just my wallet, a half-empty water bottle, and a magazine I’d already read. And then: two weeks of hell. COVID-19 was hell. My mind couldn’t, wouldn’t grasp it … Read more

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Edna

1 Edna swung the ratty broom along the concrete floor. The bristles were worn and broken in many places. The broom made an abrasive, scratching sound as she brushed it across the floor. Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. The broom’s yellow handle had been broken, probably during one of the frequent fights among the inmates. Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. The handle had been repaired with gray duct tape that curled at the edges.  Edna gripped her fingers around the taped portion, trying not to think. Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. The steady rhythm of coarse brushing was the only sound that broke the silence.  Edna … Read more

Trixie, a small chihuahua, in the snow

Trixie and Bernard: A Love Story

As the worst blizzard in 40 years raged around them, Bernard crossed 72nd and 5th Avenue to take his chihuahua on their daily walk in Central Park. At 6’5”, 275 pounds Bernard was a very large man. He’d always prided himself on his stolid strength and would insist to anyone who would listen that he was as strong at 80 as he had been at 21. Still, the winds whipping around him in this “snowpocalypse”, as CNN insisted on calling the storm, did push him around a bit. The little dog, Trixie, whined and pulled on the leash, but her … Read more

Rosa Dreaming

Rosa, 99 years old, sat in her rocking chair, falling asleep.  She immediately slipped into a dream of a dog.  It was a Labrador, brown.  Oh!  She thought.  That’s Chocolate!  The outlines of the farm buildings where she had lived as a child began to take shape in the distance.  It was a very misty, cool morning.  Very early.  Summertime.  The ground fog curled around her ankles, which were somehow old lady’s ankles, even though she knew she was only 8 years old.  She glanced at her hands.  Also old.  Confusing. She heard a dog barking, high-pitched.  She looked up.  … Read more

May 15: Strangeness

My recovery has slowed my adjustment to our new and strange strange strange world. So much changed while I was swimming in the deep, in the world of fevers and pain and IVs and needles and poisonous and sickening yet helpful drugs and severe isolation. I get a little healthier each day, and take a bit more information in, and now… right now every corner of the world is full of strangeness. I’ve lost my job, except not totally. What does this mean? People bring me groceries, because venturing out can leave me breathless. But that’s weird. Venturing out… I … Read more

In the Wee Hours

The storm hit. The wind sent dust and papers and cars spinning in its vortex. Hail pelted down, denting the ground, shattering windows; bullet-like, hail shot through buildings, until it lodged in the soft soft bodies of an animals or people, who were dying everywhere. The sound was deafening. A high-pitched wail, like a banshee or a screaming tornado siren in a beleaguered Midwestern farm town, rose above the cacophony of buses and trucks twisting and crashing into each other, rose above the roar of the trembling buildings shaking and collapsing into each other. The pressure of the storm pushed … Read more

I’m Not That Sick!

It’s Wednesday, March 11. I’m at home in my Brooklyn apartment. I don’t feel well. Nausea so intense I can’t even drink water. And a mild and uncertain fever that edges up to 101 before dropping down again. Stomach flu? Thursday night, March 12. It’s really late. I wake up parched. I make my way unsteadily to the kitchen. I get a glass of water. I turn to go back to bed… and have a split-second flash that I’m going to pass out. When I come to, I don’t know where I am. I feel around on the floor, trying … Read more

See”The Chaos Theory of Now” at Dream Up Festival!

In this intelligent and entertaining solo play, performer and science maven Jennifer Joy mashes up chaos theory with a Trump-voting farm wife, a liberal rural politician, a teen punk Antifa activist and more. Inspired in part by her own far-right Republican farm family, Jennifer reveals how we got to this point – and what’s next. Theatre for the New City’s Dream Up Festival: Sunday, Sept. 8 at 2:00 p.m. Monday, Sept. 9 at 6:30pm Wednesday, Sept. 11 at 9pm Thursday, Sept. 12 at 6:30 pm Friday, Sept. 13 at 6:30 pm Saturday, Sept 14 at 5pm Sunday Sept. 15 at … Read more

“The Chaos Theory of Now” at Dream Up!

In this intelligent and entertaining solo play, performer and science maven Jennifer Joy mashes up chaos theory with a Trump-voting farm wife, a liberal rural politician, a teen punk Antifa activist and more. Inspired in part by her own far-right Republican farm family, Jennifer reveals how we got to this point – and what’s next. At Dream Up Festival: Sunday, Sept. 8 at 2:00 p.m. Monday, Sept. 9 at 6:30pm Wednesday, Sept. 11 at 9pm Thursday, Sept. 12 at 6:30 pm Friday, Sept. 13 at 6:30 pm Saturday, Sept 14 at 5pm Sunday Sept. 15 at 5pm Theatre for the … Read more

Tix for July 19 6:30 Reading of TCTON

My reading is fast approaching! Deets: “The Chaos Theory of Now” Thursday, July 19   6:30 The Wild Project, 195 East 3rd Street. Tickets: https://m.ovationtix.com/pr/996334 Description: Nerdy performer Jennifer Joy mashes up chaos theory with evangelical Trump voters, punk rockers, and lesbian country singers, and more, in this solo show that uses the Butterfly Effect to explore alternate histories – and futures.

SciArt Magazine Interview

The very cool people at SciArt Center interviewed me for their magazine. Many thanks to them! Here’s the link: https://www.sciartcenter.org/jennifer-joy.html

“The Chaos Theory of Now” continues…

As many of you know, I’ve been working on a new solo show – I’m mashing up chaos theory with a Trump voter, an evangelical Christian, a closeted lesbian country singer and her antifa punk daughter to ask, “How did we get here???” Next up! Another reading of this play-in-progress, this time at Dixon Place: When: February 26, 7:30 pm Where: 161A Chrystie Street, NYC – in the Lounge Cost: Donations – we’ll pass the hat Details: More info.

NASA/Library of Congress Performances: Video!

The video from our NASA/Library of Congress gig is up already! We did 3 performances for this symposium on astrobiology and synthetic biology. The entire video includes all of the amazing scientists and researchers… if you just want to check out our performances, they are at: 1:07:50; 4:42:32; and 6:52:30. Enjoy!!  

October 2017 Staged Reading Series! “The Chaos Theory of Now”

I’m excited to announce the development of a new solo show! I’m mashing up chaos theory with Trump voters, punk rockers and lesbian country singers in a show that uses the Butterfly Effect (and more) to explore alternate histories – and futures. Dates: Fridays, 8pm, Oct 13, 20 & 27 Saturdays, 8pm, Oct 14 & 21 Sundays, 2pm, Oct 15, 22 & 29 Location: Wow Cafe Theatre, 59-61 E 4th St #4, New York, NY 10003. Buzzer #6 (The theatre is on the 4th floor)  

NASA and The Library of Congress have invited me…

…to perform at an upcoming Symposium on Astrobiology! This will be in DC at the Library of Congress, Sept 28, and it’s open to the public. See more on the even here. The invitation came from the NASA Blumberg Chair of Astrobiology, Dr. Luis Campos, who has seen my science-themed work in other venues. We are looking at doing 3 short performances during the day of presentations from MIT, Harvard and NASA on astrobiology and synthetic biology. We are especially looking at a couple of my podcasts for this -“I Am Life” and “Extinction/Recovery Voicestra”. Which means Benu, my brilliant … Read more