POV: You put a bunch of work into the world, and the feeling of liberating your thoughts is cathartic and terrifying. Quickly, the latter feeling eats up the former. So you make less work. And then you find something more important to do. Something. It’s always something. Work, errands,

If you’re imagining that as a hand-drawn cartoon where she’s looming over me as I sit at a mechanical typewriter, banging this out under the threat of a rolling pin-inflicted wallop, thank you. You’re my people and we should watch Looney Tunes together sometime.  But no, she

Y’all, I hate small talk.   It’s facile, uncomfortable, and it makes two or more people feel responsible for keeping up a conversation that they don’t want to have, usually while waiting for more important things or people to experience.  But, like a crystal-clear brook—or Krystal and

I could get a job. But I didn’t want to. There wasn’t enough “easy money” in the world to get me into a pair of khakis with any type of enthusiasm.

I write, sing, act, and create. By nature and trade, I am always looking for your attention.

After Casey Goodson was murdered and before Ma'Khia Bryant was shot down, I went to an event space to rehearse with my improv troupe.

Easter is mine.   Well, technically, it’s for all of us, I guess. Celebrate as you like, please.  But if you want to know what I’m up to (and you’re going to, since you subscribed to this), I’m hosting my biggest family dinner to date. We’re

It took some time, a lot of study, and a s**t ton of courage to begin to live truthfully as a creative writer.