I Have Nothing To Show For My Life

If you ask me where I’m from, I will doubtless tell you about Northern Virginia. It is a singular place. It’s an even more singular place to grow up. In the midst of a largely transient community there is a sub culture of standbys who make their presence...

PTSD and Laughter

             It was during a one act competition my junior year that I ironically won an award for playing a young actress who was struggling with dissociative identity disorder.I had no idea what was waiting in my mind. Looking at this picture I see a very different...

It Isn’t Easier

I saw this Post Secret postcard today.  Amid the chaos in the news and on Facebook and Twitter and every other social media I want to tell this girl, “It isn’t easier.” It isn’t any easier to be white than to be any other race. I am white....

Okay? Okay.

Decapitation and other severed body parts are common in surrealist art, especially, of the female form and I can’t help but feel like this woman. Often. It seems lately that for every step I take forward, several are lost. For the amount of hours I clock with my...