Annie lives in Brooklyn with her bad dog, her exceptional cats, and her husband, Harry Rossi. She writes plays and movies, sometimes with Harry. She occasionally directs and frequently produces. She hasn’t acted in years, but she probably would if you asked.
Most days you can find her running through Prospect Park apologizing after the bad dog, rehearsing in the tiniest grimiest rooms in New York, or committing sample fraud at her favorite ice cream shop. She taught middle school English for nearly a decade and misses it often (but not enough to go back).
She is an okay tap dancer and a good friend.
You can find outdated drafts of her plays on New Play Exchange and her interviews with theater artists on Culturebot and BOMB.
