I recently attended a virtual conversation about making theater spaces anti-racist.

My window of tolerance has closed and I’ve drawn the curtains tight.

This is real life and I’m unable to see any of those. For now, I sit with the dice in my hand.

I like closure. I’m sure it’s a response to something from early on that became a way to find relief from painful feelings. Whatever the rea

I’ve found it more difficult of late because of the intersection of a pandemic and my own journey. I vacillate between okay and nihilism

A long time ago when I was a different person living what now seems like another's life, I used to teach improv. Often times there was an...

This wasn't a cool Edison style light bulb that makes my skin glow and emits feelings of peace and safety.

I am...

I don’t see the days getting easier anytime soon and I suspect the conversations are going to get tougher. Let’s keep talking about the hard

Of course, I’m aware life is not a series of binaries. Humans aren’t just statistics, numbers, and data.

The concept of the inner critic isn’t a new one. It’s that voice inside your head that whispers what you are doing wrong or scares you

You don’t just talk in therapy but often times it feels that way. A rapport is being built and a dyadic relationship is forged.

Therapy is hard. I mean really hard.

Curiosity allows us to explore and be open to possibilities we didn't know existed.

This transformation isn’t complete and there will be the other side. I’m walking the path without a destination

Eventually “Yes, And” will click. It takes time but with the right guide, environment, people,

Maybe if we did this more then we’d break down barriers and remove the stigma about our emotional health.

The community I built within my walls was inclusive, equal, and collaborative. I purposely built it that way because I provide a safe haven

Excited for parents who have kids hitting milestones while knowing I’ll never experience them. Friends finding success while I’m being told