Earlier today, YAA sent out a Reunion email. It seems to be stuck in a lot of spam folders. Here is what it says:
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Earlier today, YAA sent out a Reunion email. It seems to be stuck in a lot of spam folders. Here is what it says:
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Listen in as Steve Harper takes along his journey from actor to writer to innovator. He talks about life and his web series, Send Me, a series that explores characters who ask to be sent back to the time of slavery. Along the way, we talk about race, the evolution of media and a whole lot more. For more about Steve, visit his webpage here: https://harpercreates.com/
For a bit more about Steve, visit his bio.
The class podcast drops new episodes every Thursday. Our Thanksgiving episode features classmate Rob Long. Rob has had a storied career as a writer, working on shows like Cheers. Listen in as he gives his perspective on the entertainment industry and the future of political discourse. It is a super interesting episode.
Here is how Rob described himself:
Television writer and producer, author and journalist, cook and general all-around lazybones.
Early career milestones include being writer and co-executive producer of television comedy Cheers.
Later career milestones include a string of cancelled television shows, two books, a weekly commentary on public radio, a column for the English-language Abu Dhabi-based newspaper, The National and occasional writing for Time and (what was then) Newsweek. A contributing editor to National Review magazine.
My most recent book is Bigly: Donald Trump in Verse, published in October 2017 by Regnery.
Co-creator and Executive Producer of Sullivan & Son. Executive Producer of "Kevin Can Wait" on CBS.
Available to show-run whatever needs show-running.
Currently writing. Or pretending to.
Co-founder of Ricochet.com, fast growing podcast empire.
More to come, if I can stop eating the entire bread basket in restaurants.
Can be found in New York and Venice Beach.
Our classmate, Doris Iarovici penned this essay earlier this year. I missed it then, but came across it today. Give it a read. It hit home for me, as I think about the time I have had this year with my father.
Click here for the whole essay.
When I was 10, soaking up the July sun in the Adirondacks, I calculated how many more summers like that one I could expect to have with my parents. Forty? Fifty, I hoped?
Maybe I'd newly learned the concept of life expectancies, or an elderly relative had died. We'd been in the U.S. five years then. We were at Schroon Lake: silky water, rolling green hills, shimmer of sky. We had a cabin with knotty wood-paneled walls; a pebbly beach. The worry creases softened on my parents’ foreheads when we were there. We swam and fished and read and flew on swings. We ate candy bars mid-day. But what we did hardly mattered. It felt like heaven, being in that place with those people: mother, father, brother. I didn't want it to end.