I was thinking about an episode of a show I had recently seen. A favorite show - The Gilmore Girls. I've seen every episode around 100 times, (give or take a few). The soundtrack came on my Spotify while on my commute home and it made me think of a particular show. I was about… Continue reading Wrecked.
About two years ago, my grandmother advanced to the winner's circle in this game called Life. The following was an experience I had shortly after. "Today I got my first visit from Jehovah witnesses. They were looking for my grandmother then offered their condolences after learning that she had passed. I thanked them both and… Continue reading Witness
I really don't like Dunkin Doughnuts. I remember thinking just that when he walked through the door late. He picked the location. I don't like businesses that have cutesy names, particularly with alliteration. For me there was little difference between Dunkin Doughnuts and Chuck E. Cheese. We had been seeing each other for a solid… Continue reading Coffee – Hold the Cream.
I still remember my first genuine compliment I received as a performer. Not from a family member, friend, or community member who knew me personally, but from a complete stranger who connected to me purely from an audience standpoint. I was thirteen, and it was the first time I had played Ms. Hannigan in the… Continue reading I’d Like To Thank the Academy……(And Everybody Else.)
The color of my skin never before occured to me until I wanted to be the pink Power Ranger at recess and was told I had to be the yellow ranger because the pink ranger was white. This confused me because although my ethnicity has always been somewhat ambigious , I did not have the… Continue reading Discolored Recollections
My mother used to be the highschool nurse and when I was in second grade the elementary school was only across the street from the highschool. One day in my mother’s office she took my temperature with an old thermometer full of mercury. I was eight and had no idea what mercury was. I did… Continue reading Youthful Indiscretion
The warm evening breeze gently swept through my bedroom window bringing with it the smell of grass and what was left of the sunshine from the day. I watched the colors dance on the wall as the outside world had turned from gold to a cool lavender. I could hear the chorus of windchimes in… Continue reading Skin