Who is Stephanie Bast? 

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When I was two days old, I was abandoned on a train in Seoul, Korea.  An obnoxiously loving, yet crass Italian family adopted and raised me in Bethlehem, PA, where people thought I couldn't see when I laughed.  Such torture gave rise to a big voice as a performer on Broadway and humor as a writer.  Lucky for me cause I'd suck at picking rice. 

I was never Italian enough and never Asian enough, so I create worlds for those of us who aren’t “enough.”