Mistaken for a Real Grown Up.
Ava Love Hanna is a professional comedy writer, playwright, producer, and award-winning speaker and storyteller who is continually amazed by how often she’s mistaken for a real grown-up.
Her work — described as being as funny as it is smart — blends sharp linguistic wit with high-concept absurdity. With over 200 performances across the US, Canada, South Korea, and the UK, her scripts are frequent fixtures in the Smith & Kraus Best Ten-Minute Plays anthologies, and have earned numerous awards and nominations.
As a comedy writer, her jokes and sketches have appeared in places she can neither confirm nor deny — though if you’ve spent any time on the internet, you’ve likely laughed at her work without knowing it.
Based in Austin, TX, Ava is also the Artistic Director of Stories Found, a creative home dedicated to developing and showcasing new comedy writing.
Inciting Incidents.
I Want to Be a Basketball
When I was four, someone asked me (in front of a room full of people) what I wanted to be when I grew up and I accidentally said ‘a basketball’ and everyone laughed. I meant to say I wanted to be a basketball player which was equally as ridiculous. The worst part? My parents clearly didn’t believe in me and never even tried to help me be a basketball.
Dog Poo Ava
I once stepped in so many consecutive piles of dog poo in someone’s back yard that I started crying and the other kids started chanting, “Dog Poo Ava” at me and the name stuck for the rest of the summer.
No Brows
In 6th grade, they gave us school spirit bumper stickers and I thought it would be funny to wear it on my forehead through all of French class. It was… until I removed it and accidentally ripped off my eyebrows. Nothing cooler in junior high than having a completely smooth forehead.
Computer Dicks
14 years old, on a 3-way call with two boys talking about a video game and when I went to say I had ‘the disks’, I said I had ‘the dicks’. I put the phone down and walked away. I haven’t touched a phone since.
Hand Sausages
At Jim’s restaurant for a late night breakfast with my mom, her order came with sausage instead of bacon. When she told the waiter, his reply was “here, just hand them to me” and extended his palm. My mom asked, “into your hand?” The waiter nodded expectantly. My mom then placed the scalding hot, greasy sausages into this man’s bare hand. We laughed so hard afterward we caused a scene. I’m still laughing. (I miss you so much, Mom)
Animals
Despite being an animal lover, I’ve been attacked by squirrels twice, ladybugs once, and peacocks 1.5 times. There are stories.
It’s Weird in Here.
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