(For every girl who choses herself over the prince and consequently becomes the evil witch in his re-telling of the fairytale.) I had all the makings of a cinderella. My hair in the light was as luster-ridden as any. My eye sparkled up at him for years. But my heart never felt right in the… Continue reading A Fairytale
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The three things I did wrong
1) The first night we were together, as we fell asleep after it all, I lay on my right side while you curled around me and told me you loved me. That I was the second girl you had ever loved. I felt so safe and I shouldn’t have. I should have been more careful… Continue reading The three things I did wrong
Grief
When it comes to death I know two things. One: that I am much smaller than I think I am and Two: that I am much larger that I think I am too. To exist in smallness and largeness is a great gift. One that I take for granted every day. To be protected by… Continue reading Grief
Checkpoint
It has been exaclty 3 months since I turned 30. Since then I have: visited an old city in a new way picked sunflowers and wildflowers on a Sunday in August made a peach pie with the radio on awoken early to walk the beach at sunrise in July read a few new books laughed… Continue reading Checkpoint
Born homesick
Two animals pressed upon the opposite walls of a cage. There is no rest yet. There is only mistrust. What a way to start this. I snarl and so do you. You lash out at me and I slash back. We, neither of us, leave our sides of the invisible line. You grind your teeth… Continue reading Born homesick
Mind Flutterings
Being an actor is complicated. Mostly because I complicate it with a desire to have success immediately and exactly in the way I believe it should come. Control is an issue, and trying to control a creatively expressive career is not wise. Trying to control your creative life fully is like trying to catch and… Continue reading Mind Flutterings
Hopeful with grace
I was never an incredibly strong ballerina, but I loved it. It was the moments in my life when I felt strong as well as delicate, a perfect balance of athleticism and art, masculine and feminine. It has always been just want I needed no matter where I was during my day. I do notice… Continue reading Hopeful with grace
swear not by the moon
When the clock struck midnight on New Years, I was standing on the freezing beach in Delaware under the brightest moon glowing on the bundled faces of Mom and Dad, Mackenzie, Rickie, Kyle and Kelly. And of course, Liam the black lab. I looked up at the stars and out at the darkness of the… Continue reading swear not by the moon
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