The Below-The-Belt-Bastards

The Below-The-Belt-Bastards

A voice in my head shouted “No one cares what you have to say.”  Even after 16 years in business, this voice still yells at me from time-to-time.  One day I’m on fire. Unstoppable. The next, it’s back to the depths of grief and shame.  My Soul knows my...
The Imposter Monsters

The Imposter Monsters

Who do you want me to be? How do I need to play this role for you to cast me? What do I need to say for you to accept me? I spent a lot of my young life allowing questions like that to drive me.  I’m highly adaptable, but that’s not really a good way to channel...
Controlling stage mothers

Controlling stage mothers

There I was, being whipped and flogged by the Controlling Stage Managers™, wondering where my passion had gone. I was a much more controlling person as a twenty-something actor than the me that you see before you now. Back then I’d show up to rehearsal on day one...
The Nervous Nellies

The Nervous Nellies

The Nervous Nellies had me by the throat …  For years, people told me: “You should go LIVE.” “You should shoot short videos.” “You should be on video everywhere.”The Universe was speaking to me through them. Showing me my path.  I dabbled, but...
Practice Makes Powerful

Practice Makes Powerful

Hundreds of people stare at you from the sea of angry red audience chairs …  Your throat goes dry. Your voice shakes. Your back sweats. Your legs tremble. Your words fall on deaf ears.  And then you wake up.  Whew! If that’s your...
The Humpty dumpty of Groups

The Humpty dumpty of Groups

My body screamed and my throat closed as they held me down on my front lawn – rubbing grass all over my body and shoving it down my throat.  I was intensely allergic to nearly everything at that age – especially that freshly cut grass! My middle...