in which i have some thoughts about romeo & juliet (and also access to some cabernet)

Once upon a time, so I am told, I was a thirteen-year-old girl. And I took my paperback copy of Romeo & Juliet camping with me and that copy was so well-worn and well-loved that it naturally fell open to Romeo & Juliet’s first meeting at the Capulet party: If I profane with my unworthiestContinue reading “in which i have some thoughts about romeo & juliet (and also access to some cabernet)”

intrinsic value & the mortality of theatre

When a show’s about to close and I don’t know what’s next for me, I fear becoming invisible. If I’m not making my presence known, whether it’s through performing or blogging or feeling brave enough to show up at parties, then what’s the point of existing? My favorite sign at the zoo is in theContinue reading “intrinsic value & the mortality of theatre”

i am not vivien leigh

Yesterday, with a CVS card loaded up with coupons and a heart loaded up with dreams, I bought some new make-up. I only buy new make-up when I have a show coming up, specifically a show in which I’m playing a role that I’ve decided HAS to be pretty. This Thursday night I’m getting onstageContinue reading “i am not vivien leigh”