I have been recording the audio version of my first book, Deep Dark Blue this week. Aside from the amazing sound engineer who has been the tether through my headphones to the outside world, I have...

I’ve been performing improv comedy for over a decade here in New York City and out in Los Angeles as well, and I love it. There is something so incredible about witnessing the living,...

I returned home from the United States Air Force Academy a broken, shell of a human being. For what had seemed like my entire life prior to leaving for college, I had been training, testing,...

Putting the “H” in Hear:

I had to fly out of town over the weekend. And as I sat in a supple leather chair amidst the shiny marble floor and chandelier-ladened hotel lobby, I got to...

Be Kind, Rewind:

I was in Claire’s boutique last weekend watching my dear friend get her ears re-pierced, and this amazing little girl kept stealing my focus. She was no more than four years...

Last night was the Launch Event for my debut memoir, Deep Dark Blue. And I just want to express my deepest appreciation for those who came to share it with me, for those who have purchased a...

Yesterday was my birthday. With everything that has been going on in my life recently, all the balls that I’ve been trying to juggle expertly, and all of the beautiful—often...

Yesterday, I went to Barnes and Noble. And while I waited thirty minutes for a lunch date that was running late, an epiphany magically escaped a child’s recorder, marched straight into my...

I woke with something in my heart. Something often witnessed, experienced, or inflicted, and often ignored. I don’t want to ignore it anymore. Now is the perfect time to talk about it.

First,...

The flood of acid to your stomach, the short, shallow breaths, the giant, all-encompassing contraction of your heart that thumps and thuds, seemingly, against the hollow cage of your ribs,...

I heard a snippet from an interview the other day with Guy Ritchie—yes, filmmaker and Madonna’s ex-hubby, Guy Ritchie. In it, he artfully and articulately referred to the story of King...

“Come on, Tate. My dog-gone grandma is stronger than you!”

I was face down in the Colorado dirt. The upperclass cadet shoved his hand down the back of my pants, grabbing my...