Version of Me

I would have been Sporty Spice.  That is said with the assumption that Drunk Spice wasn't an option.  I love sports.  I do.  I was raised on it.  It's one of the main ingredients to what binds my family together.  And now it's that time of year when I wear orange and black once a... Continue Reading →

TIN YEARS

Ladies, gentleman, toddlers and peasants - it is with great pleasure I share with you that today is my 10 year anniversary in LA.  One long and tumultuous decade ago I consumed way too much vodka, said goodbye to a city I love very much and boarded my one-way flight to LAX.  No place to live. ... Continue Reading →

Daydreams

I was visiting home a few years ago and if you're in the entertainment industry, you know how it can get.  "What can I see you in?"  "Have you tried ___insert any obvious idea here__?"  "You should get a hold of my neighbor's son's ex-girlfriend's cousin - he's an actor out there" "You know Lisa... Continue Reading →

Suitcases, Men & Umbrellas

In less than 24 hours, I will be in Costa Rica and I still don't have a suitcase.  That just caused so much anxiety for some of you.  I seem to have that effect on people.  I would also like to inform you that I just had to google whether to use affect or effect... Continue Reading →

Up & Away

Happy day after Halloween.  Where are your pants?  I'm kidding.  To have lost your pants you would have actually had to have been wearing some.  Living in LA it's like - is that a costume or is that just you?  Are you even anything or is this just a tribute to your gym membership?  Do... Continue Reading →

Dance & Eat Cake

I have been a writing maniac.  Between reading, writing, working and sleeping - the social butterfly you know and love has been laying pretty low.  I had every intention of executing a sober September.  It was wildly unsuccessful.  Apparently I was laying low like a lion ready to pounce.  Mufasa Syndrome.  But when adventure falls... Continue Reading →

Wander~ful

Not all who wander are lost. J.R.R. Tolkien I was told recently that in this lifetime I'm supposed to find my home.  To stay grounded and make roots.  If that is the case, I'm 100% failing at life.  My suitcase is always on standby.  I can't seem to stay put.  My life is a bit... Continue Reading →

My Man

"What's your type?"  I get asked this all the time.  Unfortunately for me, Jason Momoa is taken and build-a-man doesn't exist yet.  It's usually asked after a very predictable lineup of comments and questions genuinely baffled at the fact that "someone like me" is single...whatever that means.  Then comes the part where they go through... Continue Reading →

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