October 15, 2017

Yeah. Yes. I hear you, all of you, sighing. I see your shaking heads. I graduated from D.A.R.E. too. I wrote a poem for the program. I used to steal my grandmother's cigarettes from her purse and bury them in our trash can.

I mocked people for trying to look *cool* with...

April 12, 2017

I never really got into the term "humbling." Like, I don't think it's "humbling" to win an Academy Award, right? That's the opposite, that's like "arrogant-ing", to be confirmed as a big fucking deal in front of everyone you know.

But if humbling equates to being public...

December 15, 2015


I messed up.


I figured I made my commitment public, so I should make my mistakes public too. With the first swallow of champagne at my office Christmas party, I knew I was letting down a lot of people–my family and therapist and doctors, but also you, whoever you are,...

December 8, 2015

Since both a new year and my first anniversary with Chicago is approaching, I’ve recorded some lists to honor the oddest memories I want to take with me into 2016 and beyond. I’ll be posting them one at a time for the rest of the month because it’s the season and becau...

November 4, 2015

After some of the responses I got to my last post (all of which encouraged and inspired me), I wanted to clarify that alcoholism isn’t the root of my issues. It’s definitely a symptom, and a complication, but the tricky thing is that my problem drinking looks a lot lik...

October 23, 2015


I got drunk for the first time my freshman year of college, which I now believe to be the ideal time to begin ingesting needless chemicals solely for the purpose of fun enhancement.


Note the leering ghost portrait observing me.


Moderation lasted for a few years, until...

May 1, 2015


4. Bring A Book.


Particularly with short-term gigs, sometimes your task is simply to be present in case someone maybe, eventually, someday needs you. You’re there to be a warm, professionally-dressed, baseline-articulate body. One day I spent the better part of twelve...

April 23, 2015


(I’m preemptively making this a series because Lord knows what lies ahead.)


We should all know that college isn’t real life. It takes some of us a little longer to figure out how to get by in a culture that gets going long before we would’ve scheduled our first class...

March 26, 2015



Being an artist is very very scary. Being an artist with diagnosed GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder), MDD (Major Depressive Disorder), and IBS (you don’t want to know) just adds to the creative panic pile.


I’m pretty sure everyone in theatre/writing/visual art/music...

March 10, 2015


For one glorious week, I went back to college.


(There we are, en route via the rectum of Texas.)


Thanks to the generosity of my professors and a little scheming, I got to join OU School of Drama’s caravan to San Angelo (Texas’s most beautiful parking lot) for the Regi...

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