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Five Questions to Ask Before You Work With Your Family
A couple weeks ago, I started an improv class. One of the other students made small talk with me during our break, less awkward than usual because we’d just spent an hour acting like five-year-old’s. “So why’d you decide to take this class?” he asked.
I thought of going into the many great reasons to take improv that I’m sure I’ll write about someday. But I was barely awake, so I went with the easy version. “My sister, Janani, wanted to take it and I thought it’d be fun to do it with her.”
“Oh, that’s so great,” he told me, eyes lighting up. “You’ll get to spend time with her every week.”
I found this so funny I didn’t respond to correct him. Besides, the teacher was dragging us back into a circle for the next activity. But I’ve thought about it a lot.
Janani and I do everything together. I’m married and my husband and I live with her. We all share bank accounts. We eat dinner together every day, after playing cooperative board games. These days we have less time for fun because the three of us started Dweebs and Dogs, the name of our YouTube channel, our author collective (we write novels together), and this Medium account.
