A few weeks ago, one of my mom’s oldest pals, Theresa, emailed me about the Golden State Warriors’ championship parade. Theresa’s a born and bred Bay Area sports nut, a lifelong Warriors fan well before Zuckerberg Silicon Valley, and one of maybe seven diehard Oakland As fans in the Northern Hemisphere. Three days after Kerr… Continue reading First-Half Life Rafts

Two weeks ago, at the start of my first improv class, we went around the room and introduced ourselves and said why we were taking improv. There were a couple seasoned improvisers who had taken classes elsewhere but had recently moved to Boston. There was a professional clown who wanted some non-clown practice. There was… Continue reading In The Driver’s Seat