Amy Crider has a BA in theater from Goddard College, but did not return to theater again until 2008, completing the sketch writing program at Second City. She has been studying playwriting at Chicago Dramatists since 2009, where her work has been in the Ten Minute Workshop and three Scene Shop Showcases. In 2012, she was accepted into the LaMaMa International Playwrights Retreat in Spoleto, Italy. In 2013 her full length play The Death of Captain Hero was a semi-finalist at the O’Neill, and a first place winner at the Chameleon Theatre Circle’s 14th Annual New Plays Festival, where it received a staged reading at the Burnsville Performing Arts Center in Minnesota. In 2013 her short play The Waiting Room was given a reading by F.A.C.T. theater company in New York City, and her ten minute play Fading Away was produced by the Women’s Theatre Alliance in Chicago. In 2014, her full length play Locked Ward received a reading by Three Cat Productions in their Second Annual New Works Festival, and her ten minute play Page Ten was a first place winner and received a reading at Chameleon Theatre Circle’s 15th Annual New Plays Festival. Amy has an MA in Teaching and was at one time a social studies teacher.

Creating Between Here and Our Destination

I wrote my piece based on my mother’s death in 2006. She died alone early Christmas morning, while the family was rushing to get there in time.  It seems weird to me now we weren’t planning to visit her anyway; the reasons we weren’t are complicated.  We knew she had cancer but she told us she had another year ahead of her.  Then one of my brothers notified us that she was taking morphine and probably didn’t have long.  He told us this on December 23.  Even mom didn’t really realize how close she was to the end.  But I didn’t just write this because of my experience, but because almost everyone I know who lost a parent lost them right at Christmas, over the past few years.  Even the other day at a party I was having a casual conversation with someone who said their aunt had died shortly after singing the Christmas mass at church.  It seems like such a common experience, I thought it was fitting for “the other side of Christmas”.