In Europe, they use a 1-Euro coin, not paper. But more notably, they use a 2-Euro coin. At first, it seems nutty, right? What a weird, random denomination!!! Two months later, I’m all about the-2-euro-coin-is-genius-and-why-don’t-we-have-a-2-dollar-coin? About the coin demand on the street… The “homeless” population of France – and I use the quotes because I’m…
The first 7 hours are pure bliss. I’m sitting on my 8 1/2 hour flight from Rome to New York, and imagine my surprise when they prepare for takeoff and I’ve got NO ONE SITTING NEXT TO ME!!! My OWN 2-person aisle. It feels like I won the lottery. I make plans. I write postcards…
There is something that aches about a beautiful place with so much blood in its soil. I am in Normandy. Serene, bucolic, strewn with fields of yellow flowers…. …..yet not peaceful. Is the wail of war still in the wind? Because the moment it sweeps my face, my eyes begin to burn. They will burn…
I detest crying. Really reject it as a personal weakness in myself. So I find myself wanting to spontaneously cry in Paris for joy and am unsettled-yet-happy-but-confused and swallowing giant wads of Big Emotions in uncomfortable gulps. So let me tell you about my day. It’s my first day off after six days of rehearsal…
You audition for a part, you don’t hear back, you act all “Frozen” and “let it go”, then you have 14 minutes to pack for your shoot in Baltimore tomorrow…. And with that, I announced to the world – specifically Facebook World – that I’d booked another TV show – all while barreling towards Baltimore…
I’ve written poetry ever since I’ve written. They always remain in my private papers. Publishing this little one here is me being… what’s the word that combines horrified and brave? That word. Plus the idea that no one is going to see this anyway.
I decide to run. This is against the will of half my brain and most of my body. But I Have Decided. Because I need to do this. To step out of my mind and onto the ground. I walk outside and witness Indiana coming to life. Garage Doors are thrown open, music is playing…
It’s the second worst winter on record for “the Hoosier state”. But don’t worry, there’s a chance we can still Be Number One! Because Winter ain’t over my friends. I write this as muscles I didn’t know existed ache from my first major shoveling experience. So 1st lesson learned upon arriving: Leave 15 minutes earlier.…
A tinge of twisted thrill runs through my body as I read the results of my blood test. “A Vitamin D Deficiency!” it proclaims, in bold black ink. A Medically Alarming Lack of Sun Exposure. A New Yorker’s Wintertime Badge of Honor. And I, ladies and gentlemen, earned my badge. Not to put too fine…
I forgot we had new coffee cups. I forgot how shiny the wood floors are in my apartment. I forgot the light switch to the bathroom is OUTSIDE the bathroom. I am back in New York, in my apartment, after 8 long weeks away. I was in San Diego doing a world premiere play that…