As an actor, I know how to fake it until I make it. Or at least, I like to think I do. In the days leading up to my departure to Nicaragua, a lot of faking was at play. Of course I was excited. Of course I was ready to go. Of course it was …
Whirly Wheel
Do you know what a whirly wheel is? I love whirly wheels, but I had no idea what they were actually called until about 30 seconds ago. I'm still not convinced 'whirly wheel' is the right name. Before the appendix and the gall bladder it was the kidneys and the bladder. When I was in …
The World Didn’t End Yesterday
"I go to the gym to watch TV and not feel guilty." Aubrey is delightfully honest like this. She is also a mathematician who just finished her first year towards her Phd in theatre directing. She says she's studying theatre because she loves the way the art connects people, but I prefer to believe it's because of her …
That Hollow, Empty Place of Grief
I'm writing to you now from that hollow, empty place of grief. This is new territory for me, and so I write to you not knowing quite how or where any of this will lead. What does this place feel like? I'm discovering it. Though the snow is melted, it almost feels as though everything around …
Goodbye, 2016.
In my personal social media echo chamber, everyone is talking about how much 2016 sucked. I'm not disagreeing. So what do we do about that. Though there's no going back now, I tried anyway, and to my surprise uncovered a number of special little moments that I'd forgotten amidst this month's tweets about nukes and Israel. I share …
Hipster bemoans having to attend birthday party for one-year-old with no shared hobbies.
I'm proud to share I grew up some more this summer. My favorite growing up moment happened about a month ago on a very ordinary August weekend in my current home of sunny Dutch Country, Pennsylvania. A couple friend of mine threw a birthday bash for their one-year old, and my boyfriend Hans and I were invited. Before …
Sensitive skin
I'm sitting in a coffee shop in downtown Colorado Springs. It's hailing. You know, like it does. There is light guitar and a sorrowful tenor playing on the stereo system. It's afternoon here, but evening in my brain and body. I try to keep my blog a friendly sort of personal. This has been a polite place …
