Emotional Labor

Earlier this week I was at a bar by myself, enjoying a quick bite while I waited for my improv show to kick off in the theatre next door. I couldn’t help but overhear what I assume was a first date go oh-so wrong. This got me thinking about the emotional labor that women provide in our day-to-day lives. The sort // Read more Read more…

 
 

Falling in Love (or how I know I am a genius part 3)

Part 1 here // Part 2 here We get to his place. The decor was something between a bachelor pad and grown mans place. He has mix-matched beat up furniture, likely from his college days. It includes a brown sofa that was way too large for the space and chairs that could easily be part of an outdoor patio set. The flip // Read more Read more…

 
 

Falling in Love (or How I know I am a genius) (part 2)

Part 1 here. I arrived at the first workshop at 10am, ready for them to be over before they even started. I just had to get to 5pm when they both wrapped up. I put my mind to doing the workshops and not watching the clock. But then a strange thing happened. This guy I know from the improv scene // Read more Read more…

 
 

Damn Baby!

You know that feeling. Your heart thumps more rapidly as you quicken your pace. You feel that it is getting difficult to swallow past the lump of fear growing in your throat. You wonder how it is going to end and what you can possibly do to MAKE it end or at least be less afraid. Street Harassment. This happened yesterday // Read more Read more…

 
 

Falling in Love (or How I know I am a genius) (part 1)

A year ago I was just starting to date someone I met from OkCupid. It was my first attempt at dating in over 14 months. If you don’t already know, I had one of those breakups that rips your chest open, grips your heart, and chokes the life from it. But, here’s the thing, it wasn’t the first breakup like // Read more Read more…

 
 

Pavlov’s Dog

An excerpt from Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert: “The Indians around here tell a cautionary fable about a great saint who was always surrounded in his Ashram by loyal devotees. For hours a day, the saint and his followers would meditate on God. The only problem was that the saint had a young cat, an annoying creature, who used to // Read more Read more…

 
 

The First Time

I grew up with a father that played bass guitar in a rock band. I don’t know if that instantly gives me cool points or if I should just put on a wife beater and go eat peanut butter out of a jar. As a kid I didn’t think much of it, other than on Thursday nights the band would // Read more Read more…

 
 

I’m Not Creative

I am not creative. This is going to sound 1 of 2 ways to you. 1) Like the most ridiculous thing you have ever read and like I am fishing for compliments. – If you are someone reading a blog, that is not only written by me but contains drawings by me, someone that also performs improv, plays many instruments and owns a // Read more Read more…

 
 

How Birth Control Works

I have a degree in Biology. It totally makes me capable of discussing these sciencey topics with you. I now know exactly how birth control works and I am ready to impart this knowledge. You’re welcome. I decided around 29 years old that I wasn’t ready to have kids.  My husband said he wanted to have a kid that year. I said // Read more Read more…

 
 

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