I debuted in 1968 produced by Carol and Terry. Two remarkable humans who were iconic in their own rite. They added to the cast in 1970 with the introduction of “brother” to be played indefinitely by Micheal.

The early set of our life was a loud, chaotic, tiny house with one bathroom. It was there I was formed.

I married Scott in 1993, and we laugh every day. He’s my biggest fan and has mastered the art of dodging and weaving as I drag him through our crazy life. Together, we raised two strong, smart, beautiful daughters. It was exhausting because as we all know, the problem with raising strong women, is strong women.

One of them has given us a grandson, and I love him more than I can explain. He’s mischievous, silly, and someday we’re going to make butt jokes and giggle at the word “wiener” together. What a gift.

At 57 I took a Bill Squire’s Stand Up class at Imposters Theater in Cleveland, Ohio. After I graduated, I immediately reenrolled and took the class again because I wanted more from myself and Bill.

So now we have 99 Mics. A completely unnecessary, mildly unhinged commitment to get on stage 99 times. Could I do it in a month? Absolutely. There are 3–5 open mics a night around here. But I’ve got a job, a family, and a life that refuses to sit quietly so I’m doing it at the pace I can.

I fancy myself to be funny, but am I funny enough?

We have 99 chances to find out.