LIVING UNSCRIPTED

I've been immersed in all sorts of courses and workshops lately, many of them focused on discovering a personal story to write or perform. I'm spending hours in rooms and theaters, talking with teachers and fellow creators about my childhood memories, life experiences, personal growth lessons, beliefs, hopes, dreams, desires. It's been super vulnerable and illuminating all at once. But it's brought a good deal of WTF-ness as well. Here's why. I'm operating under an assump

I joke with my kids sometimes, that we have "designer genes", passed down to us by Mike's and my parents and their parents and so on. That our impeccable comedic timing and stunning looks were inherited by generations-old elders who also had their share of good hair days. "I'm tellin' you, guys, it's in our genes. 'Designer genes'." And joking aside, it's actually kind of true. Not necessarily the quip about good looks and instinctive hilarity per se, but the bright and be