Road Trip USA: Day Eleven

Road Trip USA: Day Eleven

We’ve only been on the road eleven days and it seems simultaneously like the farewell party our improv students at the Fun Institute threw for us was just yesterday and last year. We’ve bird watched in Arroyo Seco, were special guests at a pachanga my brother and his...
36 Hours and Counting…

36 Hours and Counting…

Nothing between us and the open road now but millions of details! Line up house sitter. Check. Place Fun Institute into capable hands. Check. Arrange for bills to be paid. Check. Contact lawn guy. Check. Set email auto-responders. Check. Connect with Bookshop Santa...

Walking Into the Future—Backwards!

There is a moment in an improv scene, or I should say many moments in an improv scene, when you and your scene partner are standing on the breathtaking precipice of the unknown. It’s a wonderful, terrifying feeling. It can happen like this. Top of the scene: the two...

Hitched!

Dear Reader, Those of you who know me, know I have never felt strongly about the institution of marriage. You’ve heard me say, “A one-time commitment, even if you have spent a fortune on it, inviting all your friends, springing for a fancy hall, is not enough to keep...

Cutting Tomatoes at Esalen Institute

One of my oldest friends recently told me a story about herself that involved a place I love. The friend has asked that I give her a pseudonym, so I’ll call her Wise Old Owl. The place is Esalen Institute. If you’ve never heard of Esalen, it’s time you did. Carved...