I wrote a preview piece for Jennifer Jasper's solo show last summer, soon after which I saw the show and loved it. Simply put, it's a collection of stories about Jasper's kooky but highly relatable family, told by an improv master who assembles the show fresh every night (i.e. no fixed script). What I remember most about the show (besides a transcendent story about homemade marital aids) is the sweetness of it all, even when it gets ugly. In an age of boundary-pushing shock comedy, Jasper traffics in old-school humanistic comedy, and watching the show, I kept thinking of the classic comedy of Carol Burnett, given a 21st-century lesbian twist. It's terrific, and if it sounds like something you'd like, it is. Full info here.