My Last Days was an exploration of what it means to experience life as related by people with terminal illnesses.

She told us once that if we could prove or disprove the existence of God she would give us an A. So future academicians Jay Greene and Randy Kamian tried to do just that. They got As but were unable to really settle the whole God question. So much of the seeds of my later project SoulPancake would be sown in that dynamic, fascinating, yearlong mind

To counteract this absurd physiological abnormality, the temperature on the set was situated at a ridiculously cold 64 degrees. This temperature issue was a constant struggle and source of great pain in the cast, especially for Jenna Fischer, who wore skirts and thin blouses all day long, and for Angela Kinsey, who has no discernible body fat and

rejoice to hear that thou takest pains with thine art, for in this wonderful new age, art is worship. The more thou strivest to perfect it, the closer wilt thou come to God. What bestowal could be greater than this, that one’s art should be even as the act of worshipping the Lord? That is to say, when thy fingers grasp the paint brush, it is as if

MY SON IS MY SENSEI Walter has an open heart, a ridiculous sense of humor, and an ability to always be curious, making every moment an inspirational adventure. Also, he sings and dances unprompted

When you are able to tell your own story, you heal yourself. Therapists work with victims of trauma to tell the story of their life, to help them own their story, warts and all, and in so doing to find their voice, spirit, and

9. STORIES MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND

The late Liviu Ciulei was infamous in the theater. He was the first of a whole gaggle of great Romanian directors who came over to the United States in the 1970s. These dudes were mad geniuses. For some reason theater and Romania go together kind of like England and rock and roll or Greece and dire economic circumstances.

I dropped my head and, as much as I resisted, started to cry. To sob, really. In front of the whole class, dressed as a turn-of-the-century manservant, sitting on a wooden cube that was substituting for an ottoman, I released all of my pain, fear, tension, and anxiety in loud, pain-filled blubbers. I wept for literally fifteen minutes and Ron