In the fourth grade our teacher, Mrs. Fisher–with her flaming orange hair and clown red lipstick applied liberally outside the lines of her lips would say things like “whatever rattles you...Read More
It’s difficult to believe that sixteen years ago today, with a stomach full of butterflies I reported to 1616 N. Wells with my bestie Kathy for our first class at the venerable Second City’...Read More
It’s not often I’m able to get together with four of my closest friends–at the same time. The last time all five us were together was at my birthday a couple of years ago, where Ken ...Read More