Can Broken Wings Still Fly?
I Usually Don’t Kiss and Tell…
Now that the smooch is out the bag, many have asked what it was like shooting my first commercial... Back in November I walked into my casting ready to give a few pecks to some man unknown. A little nervous to be kissing a stranger without liquid courage, (judge yourself, not me) I surveyed the …
Being an Empath: the Hardest Part is Letting Go
Human relations are key. Whether you have the ability to effectively communicate--verbally or nonverbally-- determines how well you connect with others. As a healing empath, I read into what's unsaid more, than what people actually say. Because of this, I'm always finding a way to help solve a problem as if it's my own. Whether …
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Dear Denver: You Did Me Well
I recently talked about my new found love for hiking. I know, it's just extended walking--usually at an incline-- however, its a great workout and brings peace of mind. I've always loved nature and outdoors. I collected rocks for crying out loud! In fact, growing up, I'd always rush outside every chance I got. I …
Hashtag: Quarter Century Living
A friend asked me what #quartercenturyliving means and why I always say it. At first I laughed, because I wasn't really sure. But as time passed and stories arose I figured it out. To sum it up, #quartercenturyliving for me and my friends is a way of not getting caught up in time-sensitive goals that …
Redirected Reconciliations: Part Two
Generally speaking, most of us would feel this underlying need to forgive a parent in their exceeding absence. We'd accept their minimal, sporadic attempts at communicating with us-- their child. And those around us expect us--the child-- to overlook our insecurities. Overlook our hurt. Overlook our anger. Even overlook our longing. We'd allow these strangers into our …
Dancing With Older Boys
In order to live in your truth, you have to face what you've been running from for so long... There's no way to sugarcoat the topic of child molestation. There's no way to make new what's been tainted. There's no way to erase the memory of lying on a hospital bed, your body being checked …
Dear Diary: To the Guy Who Broke My Heart
I fell in love with you-- accidentally. We were friends at first-- hanging out often. Then one day I developed a crush... I saw love in the way you talked. We cracked jokes together. There was no pressure to be anything. Quiet as kept, I wanted to be with you. When asked about "us", we …
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Redirected Reconciliation: Part One
Note: This blog post was originally written in October of 2015, but, I have just summoned the will to publish it. Have you ever tried walking down a familiar sidewalk with your eyes closed? No? Well I recommend you try it. I promise that it's a doable task. It's simple and fun, even. A bit …
My Ode’ to 2016
Oh, my 2016... You were kind to me, Dear year. You were patient with me, too. You offered great clarity and even opened my heart when I didn't realize it needed to be. You, 2016, were awesome. Yep, its that time where your timeline is inevitably filled with year end recaps and high hopes for …
