molly peterson

One of the things that’s mighty nice about working for KPCC is that they indulge me in my interest in the world beyond environment coverage. I’m a not-so-secret theater geek; my first show was at the Golden Gate Theater in San Francisco, when I saw Tommy Tune and Charles “Honi” Coles and Lucie Arnaz in “My One & Only.” Unlike a lot of theater geeks, I’m not any good at it myself; I was in musicals and plays growing up,

People do awful things to each other. But it’s worse in places where everybody is kept in the dark. Information is light. Information, in itself, about anything, is light. Tom Stoppard

I dreamed of Helen Mirren. She was wearing the dress she wore to the Oscars this year – which I figured out only when I recognized in it the same did-you-staple-on-the-shawl/hot-sex-cougar quality the dress had in real life. Also, it was silver, not red. And she was dressed in a gown, but with Jane Tennison’s hair. She was drinking wine from a stemmed glass, too, like an alcoholic detective would if she remembered to decant before gulping. I ran toward