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It’s wild that I haven’t seen or talked to my dad in four years and he lives less than a mile away. Honestly it’s a miracle I haven’t run into him yet but then again he doesn’t drive. And even if I did what would we even say in the Vons parking lot? Some awkward small talk? A nod? Then again he doesn’t shop or cook either so there’s really no reason to cross paths. The truth is some distances aren’t measured in miles they’re measured in pride, history, and unspoken things tha

It’s Valentine’s Day and I have to admit it feels a little sad today. 💔 It shouldn’t matter but somehow it does. Not every holiday hits the same and sometimes it’s a quiet reminder of what’s missing or just how much you’re feeling. Here’s to taking care of yourself even on the days that feel a little heavier. #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #FromStageToPage #HealingThroughArt #VulnerablyBold

I had literally never tried Spam before, but after seeing Jason Momoa eating it on some show, I decided to give it a shot. I cooked it up with rice, soy sauce, and an egg…and now I’m obsessed. Who knew Spam could be this good? #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #FromStageToPage #HealingThroughArt #VulnerablyBold #Depression #Manipulation #Bipolar #BreakingTheStigma #TheaterAndTherapy

Yesterday I hung out with Lupe and we went to the zoo. It was a gloomy day, but we still got a ton of steps in, which was amazing because I literally have not done much walking in a while. Sometimes a little fresh air and a long stroll is exactly what you need. 🐾🚶‍♂️ #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #FromStageToPage #HealingThroughArt #VulnerablyBold #Depression #Manipulation #Bipolar #Breaki

Since everyone is talking about the halftime show with Bad Bunny I feel like I should reflect on it too. Whether you speak Spanish or not the emotion, energy, and message were impossible to miss. For me what made it truly remarkable was the way the entire performance unfolded like a piece of theater, the artistry, the choreography, the camera work, all coming together to create something larger than a football halftime. It was a reminder that music, storytelling, and performa

I’ve been out of a job for the past three months, and it’s been really frustrating. No matter where I apply, nothing seems to be sticking. On top of that, it’s crazy how hard it is to find even simple gig work like Instacart or DoorDash here in San Diego. That’s why I’m especially glad I’ll at least have a few weeks of work with Beetlejuice . Small wins matter, and I’m going to take them where I can get them. #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals..

I really feel like I need to produce a show. It has been in my head for weeks, and I have even been dreaming about it. Ideas about casting, music, logistics, and budgets just keep swirling around and refusing to quiet down. Last week I reached out to a few people to start asking questions, and today I got some answers back. Nothing is official yet, but it feels real enough to take seriously. I do not know exactly what this will turn into, but when something will not leave me

Yesterday I attended the invited dress rehearsal for The Recipe at La Jolla Playhouse, a new play about the early life of Julia Child. There is a moment when she finally finishes her cookbook and it is rejected, and watching that made me think about my own story. I finished my memoir more than four years ago, and after spending so much time, work, and money shaping it, I received rejection after rejection from agents and publishers. I self published it anyway, only to pull i

So I reached out about doing merch for Beetlejuice when it comes through San Diego… and I got it! It’s one week of work, but I’m genuinely excited. Sometimes you just throw your hat in the ring and see what happens. This time, it worked. Here’s to saying yes, putting yourself out there, and grabbing the opportunities when they pop up. See you at the theater. 💚🖤 #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatte

I heard this on Riverdale , I loved it: Fear is always there. Fear of the unknown, of facing things alone. Fear that those closest to you are the monsters. Fear that as soon as you slay one monster, another is ready to take its place. Fear that there’s one more boogeyman waiting at the end of the hallway. #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #FromStageToPage #HealingThroughArt #VulnerablyBold #Depr

It’s honestly kind of ridiculous when you think about it. During the pandemic, I was out there delivering groceries like it was my full time civic duty. Instacart. Postmates. DoorDash. Running around empty streets, masked up, wiping everything down, making sure people got their oat milk and frozen dinners so they didn’t have to leave the house. At the time, it felt important. Necessary. Like, okay, this is how I’m helping the world not fall apart. Now? I can’t even get back o

I’ve been trying green noise at night to help me sleep. It’s softer than white noise and steady enough to quiet my brain when it wants to replay everything at 2 a.m. No lyrics, no thoughts to follow, just a calm hum that makes the night feel less loud and less lonely. It hasn’t fixed my sleep completely, but it makes drifting off feel easier, and right now I’ll take that. #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHea

Sometimes I watch these TV shows where people just kick in a door like it’s nothing. One solid kick, door flies open, problem solved. Of course, I have never tried this in real life. But every time I see it, I can’t help wondering… is it really that easy? Or is TV wildly overestimating everyone’s leg strength and underestimating the power of a locked door? #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #From

I am honestly so thankful for Bravo. It sounds silly, but some days it genuinely saves me. When my brain is loud or the day feels heavy, there is something comforting about familiar chaos, dramatic confessionals, and people arguing about things that are not my problems. It is escapism, sure. But it is also comfort. And sometimes that is exactly what I need. #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #Fro

Paper grocery bags are a lie. I always forget my reusable ones, think it will be fine, and then the handles rip and the bottom gives out in the parking lot. This is me reminding myself that I own reusable bags. Many of them. I should probably bring them next time. #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #FromStageToPage #HealingThroughArt #VulnerablyBold #Depression #Manipulation #Bipolar #BreakingThe

I honestly never expected to live this long. Not in a dramatic way, just in a quiet, matter of fact way. I planned in short chapters, not full books. Sometimes I catch myself thinking, oh… I am still here….how much longer? #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #Theater #Musicals #ToxicPeople#StrippedAMemior #MentalHealthMatters #FromStageToPage #HealingThroughArt #VulnerablyBold #Depression #Manipulation #Bipolar #BreakingTheStigma #TheaterAndTherapy

I woke up at 2 am feeling like my brain was about to explode. The pressure in my eyes was terrible. Usually when I sit up it eases, but this time it just… didn’t. So I moved to the living room, sat upright, turned on the TV, took a decongestant, and at some point I must have fallen back asleep. I woke up again around 4:15 and felt so much better. The relief was unreal. Thank God for small mercies and medicine cabinets at 2 am. #LiveYourDream #CreativeHealing #ThisIsMyStory #T

Lately, sleep has turned into this weird nightly battle. Every time I finally lie down, something happens. My nose suddenly plugs up, like something fills it from the inside, and I can’t breathe right. It jolts me awake over and over again. The strange part is that once I sit up, things usually go back to normal within a minute. I can breathe again. Everything clears. But as soon as I lie back down, there it is again. Same thing. Same frustration. This has been going on for a

I do one on one therapy every week. And that said, does anyone else ever feel… therapied out? Like you have done all the journaling, all the unpacking, all the emotional heavy lifting, and your brain just wants to sit on the couch, eat snacks, and not analyze why you feel the way you feel. Do not get me wrong. Therapy is good. Necessary. Life saving, even. I love having someone help me sort through the mess. But sometimes I find myself thinking, yes, I know why I do this. I k

Today there is a so called national shutdown, with organizers across the country urging people not to go to work, school, or shop as a protest against ICE and broader federal enforcement actions. It sounds so simple, right? But when I finally left the house and drove by Costco, Macy’s, and Walmart, the parking lots were packed. Like holiday packed. I was somehow expecting something closer to those quiet pandemic days, but that definitely was not the case, which honestly felt