Hallmark Day

Hallmark Day

I’m not a cynic, but Valentine’s Day does not particularly excite me.  The whole thing feels like a commercial ploy.  I love the idea of showering my husband with love, but why on February 14, why with stuffed animals or big, red, heart-shaped boxes of 

The City Observed: Katsuya

The City Observed: Katsuya

Katsuya is a trendy Japanese restaurant on the corner of Hollywood and Vine.  It is often the backdrop of paparazzi photos and videos featuring the likes of Mark Wahlberg or Charlie Sheen exiting its large glass doors and gliding into their fancy cars at the 

Rainy Season

Rainy Season

Rainy season is among us, and it’s more insistent than in recent years.  Two weeks now, but tomorrow finally looks to be the last of it.  Rain in California is different than rain elsewhere. It can be dangerous.  Just a few inches, and news outlets 

The City Observed: Wilshire Spa

The City Observed: Wilshire Spa

It had been an extreme winter. I’m not referring to the weather – I live in LA; I’m referring to life and activity. October through December saw a mess of meetings, obligations, rehearsals, online marketing, offline networking, panic attacks and meltdowns, all in preparation for 

Home

Home

Home is a contradiction.  Home is from where I hail.  Home is where I’m living.  Home is the place I understand best. In that order, then, home is Utah, home is Los Angeles, and home is New York City.  In the same order, home is where 

A Moment in Time

A Moment in Time

The Husband is sitting on the floor across from me. He’s immersed in the bliss of his record collection. “You’re the one that I long to kissBaby, you’re the one that I really missBaby, you’re the one that I’m dreaming ofBaby, you’re the one that 

I’ve Played High School

I’ve Played High School

I told a commercial agent today that my age range as an actor starts at sixteen. As I said it, I hoped he wasn’t noticing the wrinkle between my eyes. It’s the only telling sign of my true age. My friend’s sister had a wrinkle 

Foot in the Door

Foot in the Door

I worked at a production company yesterday. Owned by a director of many big, recognizable movies, and operated by the producer of most of those movies, I looked forward to “getting my foot in the door” of this well-reputed company. What I intended to do 

Believing Eden

Believing Eden

Some years ago, while visiting Los Angeles, I drove past a swatch of grass dotted with people lounging on blankets, on lawn chairs, on the bare ground. I imagined they must all be important – writers, producers, directors, actors. Only in LA would I have 

My Monday

My Monday

First thing I did this morning, after responsibly calling the temp agencies, waiting for a return call while searching for jobs online, and finally realizing the window for receiving said calls had passed, was to cover half of my inspiration board with images I find