In September 2019, I wrote about my dog’s current state of health and how it was declining. During the first week of October, after a couple of weeks of moderate decline, he crashed. It was heartbreaking and horrifying. There are so few things that hurt as much as watching a beloved pet suffer and being … Continue reading Stuff No One Tells You About Dying Pets: A Series
Unlike most casting operations, they did actually make good on their word, and within two days reached out and confirmed a booking with me. The call sheet included wardrobe instructions: no patterns, no shorts, sleeves at least ¾ length… and the address of a cheap hotel in North Hollywood.
I have a confession to make. I am that friend. You know the one...always griping on social media about bills, money, trying to sell whatever random shit she can. Constantly stressed to the max about how to get more month out of her paycheck. I know how it looks...I don't care. Mostly. On one hand, it's one … Continue reading When Opportunity Knocks, Which Door Do You Open?
So. My dog is dying. What's Going On His condition isn't exactly terminal; it's objectively manageable. However, to keep a very long story short, Czar has a weak nervous system and also weak legs as a result of a neck injury in 2014 and a bad right hip as of 2016. In July of this … Continue reading Bittersweet Sixteen
Wow, uh so... Hm. There's a lot to say, many things have been going on, and yet, there's very little to say. Currently, I'm bubbly and in a good mood and trying to get many things done, but the reality is that the past few months have been a massive struggle and will continue to … Continue reading This Is Where I Say the Dog Ate My Homework Or Something Like That
If you believe that someone like me hates you, you have a poor grasp of what "hate" is. Hate is the opposite of love. Hate requires the same willingness to release as much as emotion and care as love does. And I suppose that it's quite true for a number of fans and the response … Continue reading Open Letter to Wade Robson: No, I Don’t Hate You.
He didn't touch me. He didn't argue when I cut him off. He stopped when I told him to and left me alone. But he followed me for about ten minutes. From getting off the bus, walking to the corner store and waiting for me to leave, then trying to block my access to the sidewalk, it didn't dawn on me … Continue reading For Valentine’s Day, I Found Out I Might Have a Stalker
A run-down about why I've been silent for six weeks with little to no updates on my book that is due in a few weeks.
Things have been quiet 'round these parts lately. There are several reasons for it, but they boil down to that I am too fed up and exhausted to yammer on here when I am working on my own projects and day job full time. Things are just too much, much too much right now. We … Continue reading Dear Millennial and Gen-Z Straight, White, Cis Men
My first memory isn't of snuggles and the unmistakable scent of Mom. I don't remember vague warblings of lullabies. Later, in my early childhood years, I can recall playing with friends at daycare, frozen yogurt with my mother, and the first days of kindergarten. December 18 is my Cali-versary, as I call it. The day I hopped … Continue reading Trauma Doesn’t Have a Timeline