8 minutes, March 26, 2014; platform for the A train (express) They’re supposed to be super fast in this city built for speed. Lightening speed, pulsating and caffeinated like the inky joe served up in the iconic blue cups. But minutes are an eternity when my bladder is full. Across the Read more
Despite my best intentions I’ve been MIA all year. The thing is my head got bashed in pretty bad. Ok, not really, the photo was taken while shooting CRACKED (CBC TV). The make-up department is stellar. The truth is I was up to Read more
It’s a new year, a new chapter, a new city. New York City. It’s the city of my childhood dreams. I lived the dream briefly when I went to theatre school here. I didn’t stick around because I reasoned it would be wiser to strike out in a smaller pond Read more
It’s how an ordinary day becomes extraordinary. I don’t know it’s going to happen when I open I eyes. I’m just glad for another day and I try to practice all the mindfulness and awareness possible before I’m wired with caffeine and internet. If I’m not behind schedule with the Read more
I went to the opera tonight, it was a date with my sister. We’ve never done the opera before; we’ve seen a lot of plays, been to the symphony, done a myriad of other cultural events but never the opera. As we settle into our seats I remember how we Read more
I am kicking my own ass because sometimes that’s what you’ve got to do to get back on track. It’s almost an entire month since my last post. What the frack! For the record, I have managed to sit my skinny ass in the chair and scribble some new pieces Read more
I have to lean in real close to hear his little voice. At first I did a double take because I thought he said years. He just stared at me patiently as if to say, why do you second guess yourself, you know you heard me the first time. He Read more
I fell off the blog-wagon. This is simultaneously no big deal and the worst thing to happen. Outside my head I know the world didn’t skip a beat, but inside my endlessly contorting grey matter the puzzle of how to jump on again tortured me. The more time passed the Read more