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Once Upon a Time…

In Uncategorized on June 20, 2012 at 9:39 pm

Once Upon a Time…


There was a scared little girl. She did everything right. Everything she was supposed to do. She went to high school. Got good grades. Went to college. Enjoyed it far too much the way you’re supposed to enjoy it. Finished college. Got the internship. Got the 2nd internship. Got the fun job. Got the 2nd fun job. And at some point…this girl realized that something was missing. What the hell do you do next when you’ve done everything right? You start over. Every single “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing” decision I’ve ever made has pushed me to that next step in my life. After college I moved back home. It was a decision that originally felt like an epic fail. Like most grownups, I should’ve been saving my pennies. Instead, I spent 3 years at home completely lost. Worked full-time and realized I was in a job that I was unhappy in. And then…a funny thing happened…I got in a car accident. Which should’ve been a nightmare. Tore several ligaments in my neck, and I was seeing a chiropractor about twice a day just so that I could manage sitting up without wanting to cry. Everything changed from that point. Quit my job. Decided to go back to the thing that made me happy…which was theatre. Going back to theatre was like going home. It felt more than safe. It just felt right. It’s a world that has always made sense to me when nothing else has. After spending two years performing and working backstage at one of the most beautiful venues I’ve had the opportunity to work in (yes, Lewis Family Playhouse…I’m talking about you), I finally had the guts to do what I wanted to do…write my own show. While it may not be your typical play, “Princes Don’t Live in Cyberland” was my first passion project that I actually followed through with. In one year, the show was produced in 3 different venues with two different casts. As we get ready for the Hollywood Fringe Festival, I just wanted to take the time to say ‘thank you’ to a few people who have made this last year nothing short of magic….

My family: They’ve heard about this show so damn much, but they’ve always been there to support it at the drop of a hat…from flying in from Boise to see it or helping out and running post-parties….they’ve always had my back on this show. Thank you for the voicemails, texts and encouraging words.

Friends: To everyone who saw it and took the time to let me know that it meant something to them…that’s what I wanted this show to do. I wanted my cast to open up to you, and in return, you did something wonderful…you opened up to us. Thank you for sharing your family stories, tears and laughs with us on this journey. And to all of you who actually picked up the phone and called your family to tell them you loved them after the final bow, you are amazing.

Beth and Cat: Two lovely ladies who aren’t just my stage family, they’re my friends. I knew both of them well before producing the show, and I honestly can’t thank them enough. When we’re on stage together, we’re a family. They make me cry. They make me laugh. Please come see the show to see they’re amazing work. Beth plays my Mom and Cat plays my Gramma…all the while filling in the blanks by playing every wacky character I’ve ever met. It’s pretty damn awesome.

Emily: One of the newest princesses to the kingdom. If you saw the OC performance, then you saw Emily as my Mom. Such a pleasure sharing the stage with you!

Jimmy: What a year we’ve had. From lighting practically on the fly at Actor’s Circle Theatre to going through the script as I improv on the spot…Jimmy. You are awesome. So flexible. So professional. If you haven’t worked with this guy…you’re seriously missing out.

Ally/Dan/Stephanie/Alyssa: My awesome box office crew! You guys are seriously my rock. I think I’ve come close to leaving the cash box on numerous occasions. These guys have done everything from keeping my sanity to recording performances. Such an excellent support team.

Jenny Rae: What is the “Princes” lobby without cake balls? Thank you so much for adding your extra touch of magic to the opening of “Princes” by being a part of the post-party with us. Not to mention publicizing the show and taking some of the most awesome promo photos ever.

Jordan: Besides being awesome enough to sport a princely cape at the opening of “Princes” he took some pretty awesome behind-the-scenes photos of the cast 🙂

Casey: Thank you for being the original lighting designer of the show and for putting trust in a new project!

Kickstarter backers; Seriously…Fringe WOULD NOT have happened without you. Thank you for believing!

If I’ve learned one important lesson in the past year, I’ve learned that as frickin’ cheesy as it sounds…dreams do come true. You have to work your ass off for them. You’ll cry for them. You’ll risk everything for them. But they do come true. Never be scared to share your stories. Whether they’re stories of fact or fiction, put yourself out there and don’t look back. I currently live in Boise, Idaho. Miles and miles from any major city…and as a girl who wants to pursue theatre, that can be scary as hell. Here’s the truth. You can pursue your dreams no matter where you’re at. Don’t let geography hold you back. The only thing holding you back…is you. You can bet my ass will be on a plane on Friday. Flying out for one performance. Just one. Is it worth it? Hell yes. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Please come out and support “Princes Don’t Live in Cyberland” at our first festival performance. www.hollywoodfringe.org/755

The magic of chores.

In Uncategorized on June 14, 2012 at 7:18 pm



I’m awful at chores. It is something that you are supposed to get better at the older you get. You are supposed to be able to pick up after yourself and remember to do little things like dust or the running of the occasional vacuum. Not me. I’ve never quite figured it all out thanks to the movies. Chores were always portrayed as something magical. Something you do to bring good karma into your life. Its almost as if a single mother called up every movie studio and said, “For the love of god would you please find a way to make chores look appealing so that I can get some help around the house from my rotten kids.” 

And they did. Chores were suddenly magical. 

Cinderella mopping a floor and singing. I mean, c’mon. Homegirl was clearly having an awful day. She wasn’t going to be able to go to the ball and here she is singing to the mop. You just knew good things would come her way because she took the time to polish the floor of those awful step-sisters. Good karma heading your way, Cindy.

And what about Snow White? Snow White loved cleaning so damn much, that she went to another person’s house to clean.  Whistle while you work. Whistle while you work. And what happens to Snow White? She’s saved from death. What’s the message of the story? Not, “someday your prince will come”…oh no. The actual message is, “do your chores and you will someday be woken up from death. Death people. Whistle while you frickin’ work. It’s brilliant, really. 

The only princess I truly admire in the chores department is Ariel. What a frickin’ hoarder. Not only is her family financially well off, but she hoards everything. You’ll never see her cleaning the sea palace. She just adds collectibles to the mess. Gotta love Ariel. The only princess I can relate to in this category.

What about Wendy Darling? I guess I can appreciate Wendy in the cleaning department as well. Wendy didn’t do chores. She let Nana do everything. Come here puppy and pickup the blocks. Wendy, you’ve got the right idea.

I grew up with Mary Poppins and Pippi Longstocking. A woman who was capable of making the toys fly into place, and a girl who strapped sponges on her feet to clean the house. Chores were suddenly looking fun to me. Maybe this was something I could handle. One day, my mom caught on and asked me to vacuum the floor. I don’t know if she was thinking that perhaps I would whistle while I worked, or if she could get me to believe that a prince would be in my future if I did this one awful deed. What did I do? I took one look at the vacuum and cried. Cried. I can’t explain it. To me, vacuuming was an adult duty. Vacuuming meant you were no longer a child. So instead of vacuuming, I cried. I’m kind of the same to this day. I don’t do my chores with grace and ease. I put off running errands until the last possible second. I’m pretty much the worst grownup ever. And I’m ok with that.