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8 Lessons I Learned Busking as a Disney Princess
Last summer, I started a princess party company. It was fun and picking up steam fast, but in February, I was going through so many other things (and had a full time job), so I gave the company to my business partner. It was definitely the right call to let it go (HAH), but lately,…
Embracing ease
Aside from a kiddo with some major tummy problems, today was pretty fantastic. This has been week one back to freelancing… and now I’m on vacation. Not just any vacation mind you – my first, real, scheduled vacation ever. Never before have I trusted myself to take time off, because you always have to be…
Friendship, romance, and commitment
Bri is my first Portland friend I’ve made since moving. Fresh out of Tri-Cities, she didn’t know anyone around here either, and we’ve taken to meeting up at the drop of a hat. She is magic, an absolute delight to be around. Passionate, fun, and incredibly (and genuinely) sweet, she has been editing a short film she’s been working…
Fuck you, I quit! and fuck ups as a freelancer (also announcements)
Last year, after a whole lot of frustrating life events, I gave up. After years of freelancing, small businesses, and working my ass off, I’d had enough. Nothing seemed to stick the way I wanted it to, and I was always in financial crisis mode. The constant hustling was taking a toll on me, and…
A story about a father
On March 20, 2014, I had my world rocked by doing something I do nearly everyday – just checking my email. I had received an email from a man named Larry, who started his letter apologizing for the strangeness of what he was about to say. He proceeded to explain that he had been involved…
The pursuit of happiness (a love story)
We chase an awful lot that doesn’t matter. This year, I decided right from the get go that I was going to pursue money, sex, and status. Money was freedom. (To a small extent, I still believe that.) Independent women go after what they want, and I wanted sex. (I thought.) So pursue I did.…
Sextional
This is the poem I performed live at the Portland Poetry Slam this past Sunday. In many ways, it encapsulates the transition I went through this past April – moving from who I thought I wanted to be into more of who I actually was. – Guys, I have a confession. When it comes to…
Anything is better than apathy
We are so careless with one another. We inflict words without remorse, unthinking of the lasting impact that will have. I’ve heard religious people who believe in an afterlife say in reference to how we treat one another that we walk amongst gods. I’m not so sure if that’s true, but it certainly is poetic. Poignant.…
You don’t have to hold it all together
This time last year, I was in a show playing a 1950’s ingenue. The script was total shit. Ken Ludwig basically vomited cliches and poorly written characters into a half-baked, feel-good story built for community theatres like the one I was performing at. But the costumes. Sitting backstage curling my hair and clipping on vintage pearl…
Revisiting your tiny box of truth
How often do you deny yourself what you want because you’re afraid of it? Afraid of what it says to the outside world about who you are? Afraid of what even wanting it says about you? We repeat the opinions and things we’ve said for years simply because we want to be consistent. (It’s a…