I was standing at the self-checkout at Fred Meyers, ringing up my items, when I got to purchasing the balloons. I had ordered two mylar birthday balloons for our apartment building get together for two birthdays. They were filling up the balloons for me and I was to pick them…
I had Voice Over class on Tuesday night, and I found myself acting strangely. I wasn’t taking it seriously and managed to convince myself that I didn’t need to do the work on the scripts that was required and that I would just naturally be able to do it. Well,…
It’s been a rough year and a half. For me, it’s been longer, a lot longer. A lot of things have happened and there is a need to have a retrospective for each. This is not the actual retrospective; this is more about me sorting through everything so I can…
Here are my top 10 favorite TV shows. They are in no particular order, but I will start with my favorite… The Blacklist My own description: The number 1 on the FBI Most Wanted List turns himself into the FBI with an offer they can’t refuse, to become a high…
Today, at 12:40pm, I’m getting my second covid vaccine. I’m getting Moderna since that’s what my brother Rick got and he’s still alive. There seems to be a lot of joy around getting the vaccine. People are bonding over their vaccine stories and any side effects they may have had.…
I’ve been thinking about all the years that have been sliced off my life. For a long time, I had it in my noodle that the years were sliced off from the end. Smoke too much? Die at 96 rather than 100. Severe trauma in your life? Now you’re at…
TRIGGER WARNING: I’m ranting about doctors here. There is something wrong with Western Medicine. Why can’t we just get the help we need? I’ve been reading “It’s Always Something” by Gilda Radner. In 1986, she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer after a year of misdiagnoses and multiple doctors. In 1988,…
I find myself falling sick again, or maybe still. Yes, it’s my default mode and has been ever since I was attacked by that acting teacher and his students. PTSD can do a number on the body, and the mind. I’m exhausted. Part of me questions writing about all of…
I glance over at the front door. I look at the lock. Yes, it’s still locked. Good. This is the third time I’ve looked at that lock this evening, and I know that when it’s time to go to bed, I’ll look at it again. I’ve tried to not look.…
Over a decade ago, I was in L.A. for a month at the Actor’s Bootcamp, a month-long intensive acting class. One day I was walking to Samuel French, THE bookstore for Actors and other entertainment industry types, when I was stopped by a couple of youngsters hanging out on the…