My ability to move to New York hinged on securing an internship, which I did at the eleventh hour. I found a marketing internship at an off-off Broadway theatre known for fostering new work, something I was very interested in. Also, it allowed me to live in the city I loved while looking for a […]Read more "The Best Answer I’ve Ever Heard"
Toilet-papering was a rite of passage for my generation; more a matter-of-fact part of childhood than a taboo act perpetuated by delinquents. It was basically expected that we, as teenagers, would pillage the bathroom cabinets of our homes to gather as much toilet paper as we could before sneaking out in the middle of the […]Read more "Surviving our Night in the Park"
Last night, after I got home from the office, I sat down on my bed and didn’t get up for the rest of the evening. Though I didn’t fall asleep and it wasn’t restful per se, my body quit on me hours before I was ready for it to clock out for the day. The […]Read more "Ghost Stories"
Karen Walker once said on Will & Grace, “You are never closer to God than when you are on television.” Nowhere is this more evident than now, when cable stations have multiplied faster than rabbits and regular people with small town Christian ideals have become the sought-after subjects and stars of reality TV. They’re interior […]Read more "To All The World: Christians on TV"
In the year 2000, there wasn’t much in life I loved more than award shows. Not much has changed since then, but the 1999 Video Music Awards marked a pronounced shift in my pop culture trajectory. I hadn’t stopped talking about the show for months and I re-watched it endlessly on my VHS recording. I […]Read more "The Impact Awards"
A celebrity pastry chef made me donuts. A future cookie-empire entrepreneur baked me Oatmeal Scotchies in his apartment kitchen. I harmonized with Broadway starlets in a makeup room and had drinks with an Emmy and Tony winner. Gloria Gaynor—Grammy winning singer of “I Will Survive” Gloria Gaynor—called me “baby.” All of this happened to me, […]Read more "The Olympian"
Clack-clack-clack-clack. The chorus of clacking rang out in the small computer lab as tiny fingers pressed down on the brand new keys of Macintosh keyboards. Like a forest of chatty insects, the clacking filled the room of elementary school children. We were new to this—this “typing” thing—and the foreign and measured coordination required to […]Read more "The Ballad of an Eighth Grade Gladiator"