When I was a little girl, my mother developed a "secret code" for anyone who might have to pick me up from school instead of her. This was at the height of the "stranger danger" period, and it reassured her to know that there was a plan. The whole idea freaked me out. I was…
Roses and Sunflowers
A few months ago, there was a fire in the restaurant next door to my apartment. That was the day I learned that, at the threat of my cat being in a burning building, this fat girl can, and will, run. I also learned what my most prized possession is. They say that whatever you…
More Than Stage Fright
TW: This post references anxiety/mental health and eating disorders [specifically not eating] On November 5, 2017, I took my last bow on the CRPAC stage and hung up my acting career. I cited several reasons for this retirement – burnout being the biggest, along with age, health concerns, and my desire for a private, personal…
Count the Stars
I'm laying in my bed staring at the stars. Not at the stars outside my window... The stars on my ceiling. Yes, I am a grown-ass, almost 40 year old woman, and I have glow in the dark stars pasted all over my ceiling. They remind me of my childhood. When I was a teenager,…
13 Days. #Lifechange
My alarm clock went off at 6:45 this morning, and I cried. I’m not kidding. “Not Throwing Away My Shot” started to play on my phone, my brain turned on, my eyes opened, and I literally burst into tears. I’m officially “sobbing when my alarm goes off in the morning” tired. And it’s not without…
Who Matters?
Does my life matter? I try really hard to keep this blog as politics-free as I can. The internet is awash in political overload all the time these days, and I don’t want to just be another voice in the crowd. Today though, I’m feeling it. People with pre-existing conditions woke up this week to…
Moving To Maine
This piece was written for a Story Slam I'll be participating in this evening. If you can join us at Create-a-Palooza on High St. in Carlisle at 7 PM, you'll get to see me perform this live, along with other people sharing their stories about "bosses". I was 20 years old the first time I…
Fuck it, I’m Angry.
WARNING: PROFANITY ALERT. ANGRY RANT AHEAD. TURN BACK NOW IF FAT BODIES OR THE F-BOMB OFFEND YOU I’m pissed off. I am. I am beyond annoyed, angry-to-my-core, really fucking tired of this shit PISSED OFF. I’m ‘I want to break things just to hear them smash’ pissed off. I’m ‘punch the next person who pushes…
Walking Fat in a Skinny World
I’ve been struggling lately. By all accounts, my life is pretty damn great. I live in a great town, have fantastic friends, and an amazing girlfriend who surprises me more and more each day with her capacity to love….but I’m struggling. Sister Act opens on Friday night, and I’m playing one of the nuns. I…
Figuring It Out
I have a confession. It may come as a shock to some of you, but……. I don’t always read the instructions. Well, let me clarify. I don’t always FOLLOW the instructions. Sometimes, like the other day when I was trying to put a new drying rack together, I didn’t even bother reading them. I looked…
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