I realized: In clinging to my connection with my daughter, I am trying to control it, and, in a way, to control her. And I can't. And I don't want to.
For the last couple months I’ve been part of a super-cool experiment called E-mprov, in which teams of improvisers from all over the world gather together online each week to do improv shows via Google Hangout or Skype.
What if radical playfulness is the path not only to greater happiness, but also greater productivity?
Are you an experienced improviser living in NYC who, for whatever reason, just hasn't found a "home" in the city's improv scene? I might have the project for you.
Forgive the wonky post title, but I am very excited about two sessions I proposed for the Nonprofit Technology Conference in 2014, and would be very grateful if you'd cast a vote for each of them.
It's hard to integrate words and feelings as an actress, and as a mother... even for a writer. Especially for a writer?
I'm a big believer in the idea of multiple intelligences. And thanks to Twitter, I'm realizing, there are multiple kinds of comedic intelligence, too...
As I mentioned yesterday, I've been reading An Improvised Life: A Memoir by the actor Alan Arkin. Tonight I read the book's final passage and loved it so much I had to share it here: "In the final analysis, it's all improvisation. We're all tap dancing on a rubber raft. We like to think otherwise, so we plan our lives, we plot, we figure, we find careers that will guarantee us an early retirement, we look for relationships that are permanent, we fill out forms, we do scientific experiments, we write rules -- all in an attempt to solidify, concretize, and control this universe of ours that refuses to be pigeon-holed....
Riding the F train into Manhattan earlier today, I had an epiphany. Or maybe the epiphany struck as I was walking through the East Village to meet a friend. I can't say for sure. But somewhere, between Brooklyn and East 12th Street, the realization washed over me, the way obvious things suddenly appear above the surface: I have the soul of an improviser.
This week I'm in Maine with my family, and I took a yoga class at the local Y. I didn't know what to expect, but I assumed it wouldn't be a very advanced class. I was right. The teacher, a middle-aged woman with a refreshingly curvy body (refreshing because let's face it, it can be disheartening to take classes from women who look like Cameron Diaz), led us through 30 minutes of gentle stretching, followed by about 20 minutes of sun salutations and standing poses, and then 10 minutes of relaxation. In my classes back in New York, there's no stretching, and anything like a warm-up is done in about 120 seconds. It was so refreshing to be gentle with myself, to relax, and let my challenge be the persistent challenge of letting go of stress, versus straining my muscles to hold a pose. In other words, it felt great to be a beginner...