Category: blog

  • I’m too busy to learn.  Yeah … that’s it.

    I’m too busy to learn. Yeah … that’s it.

    I have decided to work more as a writer, which means that I’m very busy these days. There are Google calendars to fill with all the sections of my day, each task making small and large rectangles of importance. If I can make all the boxes of tasks touch each other, I think I win.…

  • 7/4/2020 – We’ll get there. I know we will.

    7/4/2020 – We’ll get there. I know we will.

    Today I celebrate the freedoms that we do have, and pray for the strength to fight for the ones that we still need to claim. Hope you do too. Happy 4th

  • The same day, all over again

    The same day, all over again

    Today marks my 19 year anniversary as a professional performing artist.   I’ve been working as a resident ensemble member for a theater company since 2001, joining just two months after graduating college and only one day before an interview at Banana Republic. The open call audition was to be my only attempt at making…

  • Not this time.

    Not this time.

    I told myself that I was going to post for 31 days, and I almost missed day 2. Yep, that sounds about right. But hey, I’m no quitter, man. If I’m losing at a game, i don’t just take my ball and go home. It’s not like I’m paranoid to believe that there is some…

  • I don’t know what I’m doing.

    I don’t know what I’m doing.

    I bought this fitness app a couple of months ago. it’s a thing that combines the use of cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) with tools to track calories, exercise, steps, and all that other stuff. I’m glad Richard Simmons didn’t have to compete with the convenience of a personal trainer in your phone. We needed Deal…

  • “Quiet Time:” A Black Grandmother’s Introduction to Mindfulness

    “Quiet Time:” A Black Grandmother’s Introduction to Mindfulness

    I spent a lot of my childhood at my Grandmother’s house. It was as fun as any Grandmother’s place — there were trees to climb, neighbor kids to battle in street football, and sidewalks for optimal Big Wheel riding with my cousins. And of course, there were rules. Many of them were created to protect…

  • I don’t really miss my Dad.

    I don’t really miss my Dad.

    One early June afternoon, I got a call from my big sister. She told me that she had something to tell me, her voice growing shakier with each word. She took a breath and told me that my father was dead. The memory of that day just drifted in last Wednesday, rolling over my thoughts…