MY NOT SO PERFECT BIRTH STORY

I actually haven’t really spoken about my birth story much throughout the last two years. I think partly because it seems like such a distant haze, but also because I have such a visceral post-traumatic reaction to the whole thing. It was not my perfect birth plan. Not even close. If anything it was everything… Read more »

THREE YEARS

I’m perched on a paint-splattered stool, located downstage right, in a darkened forty-seat theatre.  We’re well into the second act of Barenaked Angels, a play that’s a sort of hybrid between solo performance and an ensemble piece.  My fellow cast mate Phil is standing on the opposite side of the stage, recounting a story about… Read more »