Yes, I can see your point, it IS tough to believe. Really! This is a play about an advice column. “Where is the dramatic tension in that?”, I hear you ask. “Where’s the love story? Where’s the story at all?” Believe it or not, though, it’s this simplicity that gives this play its dramatic power. Tiny Beautiful Things weaves a unique spell that sneaks up on us. Fundamentally, this is about people who are reaching out for help through a medium that nobody really gives a second thought to these days. Yet, the sharing and growing is also done by the advice columnist herself, known to her public only by her nom de plume, Sugar. This advice column isn’t written by a hack or a team of irony-fueled hipsters, but by a powerful, engaged, wise, and sympathetic writer, one who reaches out to these hurting people by honestly exposing her past, her wounds and her insights. These shared stories transcend the words on a page, to paint a rich impression of a life painfully yet fully lived. Not a bad feat for a small gem of a show.