We all know that history is personal, so here is my brief “Autobiography by Bathroom.”I’ve titled it “To Pee or Not to Pee.” Not to get all Shakespearean or anything, but the process does involve shocks that flesh is heir to, the baring of bodkins, swearing, and what can feel like a sea of troubles.

Comics know that time plus pain equals humor and that we can redeem even awful moments from the past by translating them into a shared experience.

The holidays make her feel as if she’s supposed to be in a cuddle, since everybody else suddenly seems paired off, like mittens, slippers or AA batteries.

If you ask a server for a seriously old wine in my neighborhood, they’ll look at you funny and then bring you a half-finished glass from somebody else’s table.

The search for truth can be compared to a cat chasing her tail: frantic in her pursuit, her quarry nevetheless eludes her; despite the fact that all the world can see it's right there, it remains just beyond her reach. It cannot be possessed because, paradoxically, it is already part of her.