Don’t Be Offended By My Frank Analysis Before moving to the diversity mecca of New York City, I had very little experience with people of different ethnicities. I grew up mostly in Southwest Missouri and spent a little time in Southeast Missouri. Both places are loaded with racially hostile history, but differ in the opinions and language around people of color. Southwest, Mo is the kind of place that doesn't have any diversity, except for maybe one ethnic kid who is really g
The other day, I was walking home and listening to a Podcast about Donald Trump ruining everything and my memory was sparked. At this point, the terrible things Donald Trump says have become so normal I just laugh out loud to myself and then go punch things. I’m not even shocked anymore. But when I listened to these particular excerpts in regard to immigration, the raucous cheering that followed his statements made my stomach sink. FLASHBACK. SummerScape When I was 13 years o
Dark Blue Dark Blue During my freshman year of college, I ignorantly paid a fuck-ton of money to live in dorms with twin size beds and a roommate who played Zelda til 3am. By the end of that year, I was pretty ready to get the hell outta thurrrr. So I was pretty stoked when my Bible Study leader (the crazy one that told me Catholic and my's relationship was sinful because he was Catholic and Catholics aren't Christian. If you're interested, she got her obviously elite educati
Wow. The last time I wrote was March 11th. Look, I started writing and filming for a weekly video blog about how AWESOME it is to be an unemployed, non-union, non-UMICH grad actor in the city and that actually took up all my free time. So here. Check it out so I know my efforts were (are) worth it: Oh and now I live in Glen, New Hampshire performing as storybook characters. At a theme park. You got it, folks. I moved to New York City from Branson, Missouri to work at theme pa
On the Island of Single .... … .... … ………… … …….. Just kidding. A lot happens here. After saying farewell to Catholic and getting over my terrible behavior with model boy, I realized something that would shape so much of who I am now: I will not be married having blissful, guilt-free sex by age 23. For many women in my generation, this is totally okay. Because they were 1) having sex by age 16 and 2) never planning to be married by age 23. But for me, I had subconsciously pla
A weird thing happens when your parents become empty nesters and you become a full-fledged adult. You realize they were always real people. The whole time you were growing up! How bout that. They wanted to drink wine and watch TV and buy boats but they couldn't because they had you to worry about. And they worried about you all the time. So they couldn't do a lot of the things they wanted to do (This is why I'm still not a parent. I want to drunk eat at diners at my leisure.
I Mean Missouri (Sames) So my journey was complete. I ventured to the Big Apple to see a show I’d been waiting to see since age 14 and saw it! And now, sadly, had to return to Missouri. And look, I know I had SO much to look forward to back in Missouri such as my hot Catholic boyfriend, a McDonalds without homeless people, and a Bible study leader with a full 5 week lesson plan (complete with a stellar acronym. Bible study leaders LOVE acronyms) on why dating a Catholic will
I'm On A Boat...
So this morning I dropped Sarah* off at the yacht club. For her private sailing lesson. On her personal sailboat. She's 11. Whatever.
Anyway, as I drove away I reminisced about the yacht club of my childhood.
In Branson, Missouri.
The "Yacht Club" was located right before the Taneycomo Bridge. Not even on the water. The entrance consisted of a used car sales lot, some hotel rooms I'm pretty sure are booked hourly, and a few mobile homes. The yacht club