I’m back at my Alma Mater, UNC chapel Hill, workshopping a play for Playmakers, and here she is, the Center for Dramatic Art, where I wrote my first plays and got many parking tickets and carried many props and digested many hot pockets and had so many meetings that felt huge at the time and now I don’t even remember them. Meetings about flyers? She looks the same, but not, which also be said of Me. Same ish look and shape, glow up With a brand new parking deck, but look closer, there’s lines around her eyes, and discs poking through her spine. BUT SHE’S WISER? JUST SAY SHE LOOKS WISER. HUMOR HER.