My parallel life involves a farm with rescued animals. They occupy most of my time. I also have a pickup truck and wear a broad-brimmed hat. My husband of ten years has a bit of a belly, due to the amount of biscuits we consume. Naturally they don't show on me one bit. My parallel metabolism deals with chocolate, ice cream and biscuits in a stern and effective manner.
There is an underlying network that either tightens or loosens whenever you find yourself in the company of friends. And of strangers. Anyone who at one point in their life worked in theatre knows that it can be a hostile home, a place where one might not always feel welcome. A place of competition and unrest. And yet there is a structure which holds a theatre together, a structure of love, of passion and of kindness.