It starts with a feeling. A low, rumbling feeling just under the surface of awareness. Heat. Flush. Like tiny little ants crawling across your skin. The air in your lungs gets heavier. Then come the thoughts. Bargaining. If only there is a way I could do it. I don’t want to go back, but I …

There’s something about the theater that speaks to the inner geek within me. It’s the geek that used to write Freddy Kruger and Home Alone fanfiction when I should have been listening to the teacher in school. It’s the part of me that still gets goosebumps when in the presence of an engaging and emotional …