Two women. Two cities. Used, abused...but powering through.



Oh my gosh, I just saw two small children (not more than 3) pass each other on the crosswalk. They were with their respective parents of course. What was amazing was the pure and utter joy they each experienced at seeing another person their size. There were exuberant smiles, waving, laughter and jumping for joy. I laughed out loud in my car in pure delight. What would the world look like if we all greeted each other that way? Actually, it would look like the hallway of any Theatre School building. Ha! Man, I miss that. 

The other day I passed an elderly man and said, “good afternoon sir.” He didn’t even acknowledge me. Not a head-nod or anything. As I recovered from that snub, I was nearly steam-rolled by a teenager text-walking with his headphones in.

At what age do we stop acknowledging each other? I can’t decide what I’d rather believe; that life kills our delight in each other, or that some people are just assholes. Well, I’m glad you’re not one. I would totally jump up and down if I saw you in the crosswalk!

Miss your face,


Why Hair'z There

Dear Sam,

I am happy to announce that I officially have no hair under my arms. Yay! However, I do have a drought-saving, endless water supply. What do we have to thank for this eco-system-saving gift? Laser hair removal. I’m going to write an article about it called, “How Groupon Saved The Planet.”

What doesn’t make sense is I only found one mention of this side-effect on the internet. One. The internet! I searched “ugly man buns” (just cuz) and found 247,000

results! But one about a side effect of an extremely frequent procedure?   So, I must be really special. I found out that most laser hair removal kills sweat glands. My glands are apparently very strong and fight back against the enemy that is the laser. Well done glands! So, now I don’t have hair under my arms but I do have constant, sexy, sweat stains. In a tank top I look amazing...but don’t get too close! So my advise to you is, if the idea is to be more appealing, pick up a pack of razors at your local CVS!

Love your face,


Camping is for the BUGS


Ok, so you know I love Jake. I love him so much. But, for the love of Sweet Baby Jesus, how many times do I have tell him I AM NOT CAMPING WITH HIM EVER.  Nature is so beautiful through the window of a bug-free, temperature controlled building.  Why would I want to ruin that? Why doesn't he understand? And I know, I know – he does all this awesome stuff for me. And I am so so grateful.  And I want to do the same for him. I really really do. And I think I would just about anything for him. Just NOT camping.  Bugs, peeing outside, sleeping outside, cooking over OPEN FLAME….I mean that’s just dangerous! We are an advanced society. We have evolved so that we don’t have to do these things.  We (speaking as a species, of course. I have no idea how to do these things) have learned to build shelter to dwell in. We have gas and electricity to cook and illuminate our books at night. We have flushing toilets.  Why oh why would we want to spend the weekend living in the Stone Age without these modern amenities? The old ways of living suck. Spending a perfectly good weekend “hunting and gathering” when we could be ordering food from upscale restaurants delivered directly to our couch while we binge watch The Jinx on HBO in clean stretchy pants just seems INSANE. Maybe you could fly out and go with him? Lol. Be honest with me, am I being a horrible girlfriend? Keep in mind I just ordered him the NHL package so that we can watch EVERY one of the 225 Blackhawks game (I don’t actually know how many games are in a hockey season, but I know it goes on forever.) Ooh, doorbell, dinner’s here.  Gotta go.

Miss you’re freaking face!


Leaves and Shoes, Love Sam

Dear Charlie,

First, I was totally remembering today how we used to take those fall Illinois walks through the mounds of leaves that would pile up everywhere. We would look above us and it was as if the sky was mimicking the ground. Leaves flying everywhere. If we listened to something other than our own banter, we could here the squawking of hundreds of geese and the buzzing of insects. You always hated that part. Ha. Listen to me talking like you’re dead! You’re not dead. Just way too far away! Oh! Remember how then, as the sun would drop and the fireplaces would blaze and the sun would set with such glory, the sky would turn shades of vibrant orange and pink and yellow? So gorgeous. We’d talk about movement class or the super-objectives of the characters we were exploring. We’d discuss rehearsals or thesis-deadlines or Meisner technique independent activity ideas. Ha. We’d commiserate about relationship woes or family dramas. Man. I miss your freakin’ face.

Oh and Second…do gold or silver strappy heels go better with a navy blue cocktail dress?

Bye Friend,