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 old, and...

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 book and ...

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 tangential—thoughts, proje...

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 ear, and dan...

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, let me ...

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, reverberati...

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 Arthur retrievi...

“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 belt, camouflage cargos, a...

“I’ve started interviewing for a new job.”

My good friend—a recent transplant to New York—was guzzling his enormous iced coffee. I stopped mid-sip on my soy latte.

“OMG, already? You’ve had your job...

As I sat in the vacant waiting room outside my most recent audition, I couldn’t help but feel its walls daring to close in on me. The Senate Judiciary Hearings for Judge Kavanaugh and Dr. Ford played ...

Movement causes friction. Always. 

—Jon Maxwell.

I walked into the physical therapist’s office after four weeks of traveling, four weeks of dallying, four weeks of tallying up exactly ZERO of my nor...

How to give the most valuable gift this year.

I watched a little boy open an early Christmas gift, yesterday, before a table full of friends and family. He unwrapped the paper-clad present—throwing b...