One night, when I was having a recurring nightmare of being chased by an unknown attacker, I just stopped.
I turned around to finally see who was chasing me.
When I stopped running, he stopped running.
And I woke up.
I have never had that nightmare again.
Not long into the first day of a weekend improv retreat, one of the women asked somewhat plaintively, how can we get to this place in real life? How can we be comfortable risking embarrassing ourselves and how can support other people in taking risks?
I love to host parties — I enjoy inviting friends over for small dinners and huge cocktail affairs, and typically I accept that life is messy so something is going to go wrong. But about a year ago, I had one of my worst hostess moments. We were cohosting a living room concert at which New Orleans cellist Helen Gillet…
