Maybe I wasn’t the sort of mother who bakes pies and tucks you in with a bedtime story. I don’t have it in me. I’m hollowed out. But don't you dare say I don't love you. It’s just that looking at you is like looking at a mirror that tells the absolute truth, and at my age, a woman needs a few comforting lies. If I don't grab my happiness with both hands right now, nobody is going to hand it to me." Performance Notes for Helen
(They squeeze a tiny blob onto their finger. They don’t eat it yet.) a taste of honey monologue new
(She continues, reflecting on men and her life) Maybe I wasn’t the sort of mother who
Shelagh Delaney’s 1958 play A Taste of Honey remains a foundational text of the British "kitchen sink realism" movement. Written when Delaney was just 19 years old, the play revolutionized theater by placing working-class women, queer identity, and interracial relationships center stage. Today, contemporary directors and drama schools are looking at this classic through a fresh lens, leading to a surge of interest in "new" or freshly cut monologues from the text for modern auditions. But don't you dare say I don't love you
