THE MARK OF THE MINOTAUR livestream July 17th & 18th, 2021

I am excited to perform this new work Saturday, July 17th, 7:30 pm and Sunday July 18th 5:00 pm (pacific time).

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Advance registration is required, and registration closes 1 hour before the show. Tickets are suggested donation, so choose how much you can give to support The Marsh Theater as it gets ready to go back in person!


1900. The Island of Crete. Archaeologists unearth tablets with mysterious writing. Does it hold the secrets of the legendary Labyrinth, the Minotaur, and Ariadne, who helped the hero Theseus kill the beast? 

A working-class woman in New York and a rich male architect in London made history solving the mystery. But versions of that history differ. How much can a woman do? Will she get credit? Does she even want it? 

It’s a mystery about deciphering ancient languages and messed-up mythology and whether the past has anything to teach us anyway? 

SHARON EBERHARDT’s previous solo performances, Crazy Famous and Savage Arts, were both performed at The Marsh and at Fringe festivals in Canada. Her plays for other actors have been performed in NY and across the U.S. She is working on a nonfiction book for kids about Million Dollar Math Problems –seven math mysteries with $1,000,000 prizes. She has an MFA in Playwriting from Columbia University.


I’ll Livestream my new solo show, THE MARK OF THE MINOTAUR, Monday May 3rd, 7:30 pst on The Marsh Theater’s MarshStream.

It’s a mystery about deciphering ancient writing and twisted mythology and whether the past has anything to teach us anyway? 

1900. The Island of Crete. Archaeologists unearth tables with mysterious writing they call. Does it hold the secrets of the legendary Labyrinth, the Minotaur, and Ariadne, who helped the hero Theseus kill the beast? A working-class woman in New York and a rich male architect in London made history solving the mystery. But versions of that history differ. How much can a woman do? Will she get credit? Does she even want it? 

No reservation needed, no ticket required, but The Marsh asks for donations to help pay for streaming… until the theater can reopen in-person. I hope you can check it out! 

Link to the Marshstream

April 12th, I’m doing part 1 of the story on a bill with 3 other performers from a workshop with director David Ford: Karen Ripley, Mick Renner and Ginger Parnes. May 3rd will be just me, the full show,

Performance of “Squeaker” via zoom on Marsh Theater Marshstream

“Squeaker” was originally commissioned by SFMoMA and was performed at the museum for Storytelling at the Museum. April 27th, 2020, I performed it at home, via Zoom, for The Marsh’s virtual Monday Night Marshstream.

click here to watch Squeaker on MarshStream, hosted by Alexa Almira

This is one of the artworks referenced, by Mark Rothko red and deep blue painting so big it has its own bench


And Philip Guston’s White 1 from 1951

PhilipGuston White paintin 1, sfmoma

White Painting I

And the work by a woman whose name she’s afraid to pronounce:

Louise Bourgeois, Persistent Antagonism download

Million Dollar Math Problems

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photo by Shahla Rashid

In 1993, the Hardest Math Problem in the world, according to Guinness Book of World’s Records, was solved after over 200 years. Math professor Andrew Wiles had worked on it secretly because most mathematicians thought it impossible to solve. It took years of work, but he won $750,000 in prizes for solving the problem – which he had first tried to solve when he was 10 years old.

There are more math problems with big prizes attached. In 2000, Seven Millennium Prize Problems were chosen, with a one million dollar prize for each. One was solved in 2002, although the winner turned down the prize money. The satisfaction of proving the problem was enough reward, he said.

That leaves 6 big-ticket prizes for six big problems.

What kind of math problems could be worth $1,000,000 dollars?

It’s not the math you learn in school. Elementary school and middle school math is over 1,000 years old. Even high school math is hundreds of years old. Imagine if our study of art, literature and history stopped at pictures of people in wigs, English with “Thee” and “thou,” and the American Revolution. Or if you were told you need to learn to play music and sports because they’ll be important later in life, but were not allowed to play or spectate music or games, only do scales and repetitive drills. Most school math is drills and scales and rules. Millennium Problem math is music and games, making your own rules.

Mathematicians say their subject is creative, playful, and elegant. It makes and breaks rules, explains patterns, reveals unseen connections.

Find out how Math went thousands of years without numbers.

Learn how not to be tricked by people who know more math than you.

Understand more about probability and how to win at dice and cards.

Stretch your mind around hyperspace and multi-dimensional worlds.

Wonder whether you could solve a Million Dollar Math Problem

Kenny Yun at Sugar! Storytelling at Headquarters Gallery October 14, 2017


Please join us as we welcome Kenny Yun for the start of our fall Sugar! Season.

Kenny writes and performs comedic solo shows with passionate characters and heart filled stories. He’ll be reading an excerpt of his work, Mom Spilled Her Guts on My Tater Tots.

A new immigrant family story with a twist! Oh no, mom is starting again. I want to eat my tater tots in peace. Kenny’s Solo shows include “Lettuce Town Lies, about growing up in Salinas, CA, and “The Kim Jung IL Experience.”

He is an assistant teacher and director for Charlie Varon’s solo performance workshop at The Marsh theater in the Bay Area.

“Best Solo Show” –Bay Area Reporter “Supreme Laughs” –SF Chronicle “Funny yet poignant” –SF Examiner

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I love this bike

20170924_171929I love this bike. Like most great relationships, I don’t feel worthy of it. It’s sleek, strong, well-designed, a bike I have no business owning.

The bike may be thirty years old. I got it almost that many years ago. One summer home from college, my brother’s friend, Tim, a drummer who worked at a bike shop, was moving in with his girlfriend. She said some bikes had to go. So my brother “bought” my standard Ross 10-speed from me, gave his friend that money, and I gave a measly sum saved from work-study jobs and babysitting.

He said the bike was one of the first 3 pound aluminum frames made, that he’d fitted it with top-of-the-line Dura Ace brakes, other Campagnolo and Shimano parts. Names I knew from when my sister and I briefly got Bicycling magazine and we built up to riding a century, me on my Ross and she on her Schwinn. She and I didn’t really “know” bikes. We just spent summer days riding – 50 miles round trip to the Charlaps dairy store for ice cream, other long rides on Buffalo’s mostly flat roads, me sometimes falling when I got distracted and went off the road. No real injuries. One time, a nice lady who thought she’d made me crash gave me a ride home in the back of her pickup truck.

This bike felt so different– each revolution of the pedals pushing it forward in a glide, no energy wasted, but seemingly amplified. So easy to ride. The bike didn’t care that I’m really a bad cyclist. Lost in my thoughts, I half-notice I’m pushing harder, but do not connect that I ought to change gears for the hill until I’m almost at the top, and totally straining, off my saddle, or sometimes embarrassingly out of power, wobbling to a stop.

The bike went to New York under a Greyhound bus. It’s so light, I could easily carry it up and down stairs to dorm rooms and summer sublets. I rode from downtown Morningside Heights to movies, to plays. Locked the bike, or took it indoors when I could.

One amazing night of theater, ushering the Wooster Group – Ron Vawter in Three Sisters, I was so torn, knowing my bike was locked to scaffolding outside. I skipped the last act, finally giving in to fear that the bike would be stolen. I’ll always be sad I missed end of the play, but happy I still have to bike.

In graduate school, I moved further uptown to Inwood — Dyckman St, then 215th, sometimes running, sometimes biking to my job and classes, carrying the bike upstairs to the office where I worked. Once, I locked the bike outside on campus, next to 10 other bikes, and came out after ten minutes to find the rear wheel gone. No other bike touched. The guy at the bike shop said “they knew what they had.”

This bike took me on an all-night bike ride with some guy whose name I can’t recall. And the bike made it so easy, I had energy to do a big marathon training run the next day. It went along the route of the old Croton Harmon Reservoir – not recommended for road bikes, I’ll say, and did 5 Borough Bike Tours, NYC Centuries, some trips to NJ and back, with another guy, who I married.

None of these trips meant I had learned to ride well. Luckily, New York and environs are not too hilly. Only Wave Hill in Riverdale showed me for the totally unskilled rider I am.

The bike came west, and sat in the garage for many years, coming out rarely, till this year I started riding regularly again to prepare for a sprint triathlon. The man at the bike shop looked it over, and kept saying all the things I ought to change to bring it up to modern ideas of gearing, alternating with “but it’s a beautiful bike.” I haven’t made the changes yet because it’s still more bike than I deserve and “It’s a beautiful bike.”