As I’ve mentioned in previous pieces, I’ve always hated Father’s Day. My parents divorced when I was 6-years-old and the only grandfather I ever knew died that same year. Due… Read more Swapping Grief for Gratitude This Father’s Day →
Comfortable in My “Daughter of a Bipolar Father” Skin My beloved High School theatre teacher, Mr. Johnson, taught me about breaking proscenium. Essentially, the proscenium is an imaginary screen that separates actors on stage from the audience. Mr. Johnson was hell-bent that no one in his cast would ever break proscenium. That meant during dress rehearsals and performances, no one left for the night without removing their stage makeup and costume, went to the cafeteria to buy a Coke, or did anything that would shatter the illusion the proscenium created.… Read more Breaking Proscenium and Airing Out My Dirty Laundry For The World to Read →
I wrote a piece about my dad that I planned to post on my blog for Father’s Day. On a whim, I submitted it to the Huffington Post and it got… Read more My Shameless Request For Help Getting My Articles Shared →
