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Joanne Brokaw

Improvisor and award-winning writer Joanne Brokaw spends her days dreaming of things she'd like to do but probably never will - like swimming with dolphins, cleaning the attic and someday overcoming the trauma of elementary school picture day. When she's not writing, performing or staring at the computer screen listening to the deadline clock tick, she's leading improv workshops to help people of all ages push past fear, embrace creativity and learn to play again.

As a freelance writer and columnist, she's penned pieces on a wide variety of topics for numerous magazines, newspapers and websites across the U.S. and in Canada. Her first book, What The Dog Said, is a collection of her humor and slice-of-life columns. Her second book, Suddenly Stardust: A Memoir (Of Sorts) About Fear, Freedom & Improv, is a quirky recounting of how improvisational theater changed her life.

Joanne is a member of the Focus Theater house improv team The Urge. She's also part of the comedy trio Easily Amused, and one half of the improv duo A Happy Accident. She's also performed in several local theater productions. She lives in Rochester, New York, with two dogs, a cat, some chickens and one very patient husband.

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A hotel room along the Dayton Riviera

"I haven't slept in 12 years," one beleaguered writer started her application. And this realization from another hopeful writer, "You had me at room service." The University of Dayton's Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop is once again offering two emerging humor writers the opportunity to compete for an all-expenses-paid trip to Dayton, Ohio, where the winners will be "robed" in plush, custom-embroidered bathrobes and given free registration to the April 2-4, 2020, workshop. But there's more. ...
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How a pair of mannequin legs got my son through his freshman year of college

"We couldn't ignore their siren song!" my son insisted. My husband sheepishly lowered his head. "You carried these through the mall, in public?!" I was aghast observing the ghostly white, curvy, naked form, absent of any gender identification, complete with attached high-heeled boots. "Two of my students saw us and took pictures," my spouse continued. "They laughed at me," he ended in a whisper. My son snorted as he draped leftover Christmas lights from the slender calves to the fork in t ...
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