They tell me: 'OK, this is where we're going to push up your cleavage,' and I'm like, 'What cleavage?'
My writing partner, Nicki, and I became obsessed with a monologist who performs unscripted shows equipped with nothing more than scribbled bullet points and a glass of water. We wrote him a fan letter and found ourselves sharing lunch and eventually a friendship.
If we are intended for great ends, we are called to great hazards.
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