It’s been a minute since I’ve written a blog post. There’s been a lot of darkness in the world and the thoughts that have come to me seem trite to write about. However, this one seemed the most hopeful and we could all use a little hope right about now. When last we left our … More Take Your Broken Heart and Make It Into Art
When I travel, I find I am at my happiest. My mind is off the every day stresses and processing new cultures, food, smells, sights, and sounds. I feel unburdened and open. I feel small but in the best way because I remember the world is so big and beautiful and there is so much … More Second Star Stories
When I graduated college, and started out in the city, I experienced no fear when it came to singing in auditions. In those first few years, I was called back for Spring Awakening several times, both the Broadway original run and the tour. I booked a children’s theater national tour and several local children’s theater … More Did I Even Make A Sound?
We’ve been out of the city for almost two years. It doesn’t feel like long but it does at the same time. In the city, I was surrounded by my tribe; people who know me best and have seen me at my worst. My ride or dies. I’ve always been good at making friends and … More Making Friends As An Adult Is Weird
I had been feeling good as of late. I’ve had a year and a half long battle with my body. I’ve hated it constantly since gaining weight and becoming normal human size. It feels like an alien body that I am held captive in. But lately, I was feeling better. Happier. I had been taking … More Body Shaming Myself
I hate Fridays. Why? Because I hate when people say “Happy Friday” to me. It makes my skin crawl. It feels sugar coated and gross and I hate that it is what is said Friday morning instead of “Good morning.” Don’t pop into my office and say “Happy Friday!” like it’s my birthday. It’s not. … More Office Kool-Aid
Is it your 30s that make you question every move you’ve ever made or is it just being an adult? Because either way, if Neverland is real, can someone let me know where the nearest fairy is at so I can score some pixie dust and move on out? I made Lincoln play this questions game … More Finishing The Hat
Living outside New York has been difficult to feel good about my career. The city gives so much street cred, as I have mentioned before. When you say you live in New York and you are an actor, something registers with the person you are speaking with. It’s almost like a “OH” moment where they … More Toxic Shock Syndrome (This Is Not About Tampons)
Carrie Fisher. Are you fucking kidding me, 2016? People die every day, I get it, internet trolls. But when the majority of icons from the childhoods of any one who grew up in the 70s, 80s, and 90s pass away at very early ages, I think we are allowed to say WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? … More Carrie Fisher, drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra.
It had been a dark year. There was no joy found in the streets. The glowing white lights hung low and swinging, casting no warmth but instead speckled cold brightness onto the streets laced with ice. Soft, white, fluffy snow had failed to fall. The winter had been mostly freezing rain accompanied by sharp winds, … More A Christmas Story