I’m not sure when it started. Maybe it’s always been there, the pressure. I remember getting ready for my parents wedding day and being told by guests that one day I too would have a pretty wedding. I was four. At that time the golden, shiny ribbon woven in my braid proved more interesting than… Continue reading From a Happy Bachelorette
"Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul." - Henry Ward Beecher I think I did it. I realized the key to a life filled with joy. Some of you might say, "well duh", at this revelation - it took me some time to accept how truly simple it is. I see a… Continue reading Thanks
My little sister is getting married this week. Like most weddings, plenty of preparations have been made. I've never driven to Pittsburgh before. I've stocked up the car to be ready for anything that may happen on the way down. I have two outfits to pick from in case I change my mind and depending… Continue reading Wedding Prep
I was a very emotional kid. I was a people pleaser. I think this stemmed from being adopted - I think most adopted kids struggle with feeling unwanted - even the very fortunate ones like me who were adopted and chosen by amazing families. I worried about people liking me and would take it very… Continue reading The Art of Not Giving A F***k.
I moved out when I was 17. I was 21 when I moved back home with my parents. It lasted a crazy four months. I moved back because of a traumatic experience and my mental health was in serious need for restoration. In that time my mother made sure that I was healing and not… Continue reading “Adult”ISH
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.)
This is going to be wildly uncomfortabe, but altogether necessary. Remember as a child, things seemed so black or white. In the movies we watched, and the stories we read there was clearly a right and a wrong. There was clearly portrayed the good guy, and the bad guy. It was easy to know who… Continue reading Growing Pains