When I started acting in Hollywood I believed every audition was a potential Golden Ticket. All my fortunes could change overnight based on my interpretation of a few pages of dialogue. All I had to do was learn my lines, come up with interesting behavior for the character, make bold Read more…
Perfection is a curse. My father was a draughtsman. He made a career of drafting the engineer’s plans. He was meticulous. He was exact, rendering exquisite works of precision. I loved watching my father wield his pen, whether it was his signature on a check or a calligraphy acrostic for Read more…
Motherhood is one big lifestyle reality show for Samantha. She looks like someone on TV with her oversized head and bleached smile. Based on a score card of her invention she is an exceptional mother. Just because she can get my kids to eat cauliflower doesn’t mean she’s a better mother. Read more…
The voices have been busy again. The Beater-Upper is particularly loud. My issue with her is that she is shrill and relentless. I know I messed up, I don’t need the shrewish nagging in my inner ear. It’s throwing off my balance. I’m trying to move forward but I can’t Read more…