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 …
Category: Reflections
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 …
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 …
A Bold Bandana
I was driving home from Indiana last weekend with my boyfriend's mom when suddenly, two vehicles ahead, a car veered a sharp right and zoomed off the road. It plowed down the ditch, up the ditch and across a plain of grass until it smashed into a tree. In just seconds, the car had reached its final …
The tomato slicer
I was reminded tonight of one of my first 'real' jobs in high school. I was one of, I don't recall exactly, perhaps ten or so locals who were selected to be sandwich artists at the very first Subway to arrive to my hometown. We were interviewed and selected amidst plywood, power tools and tarp, as the …
Shoe scuffs
I travelled nearly halfway across the country last week to sit on the end of a wooden bench in a shoe-scuffed middle school gym alongside a dozen middle school girls basketball players. Am I crazy? I should start by being honest; while I loved the sport, I was never that good of a player. My …
